#"tomarry drabble

[thebluestpaintwater]

Tomarry Drabble

The room was quiet as Tom worked on his homework and Harry stared at him as usual, eyes besotted.

"You know, sometimes you remind me of a wild animal." Harry said, absentmindedly. Tom responded with a dead eyed look and exasperated sigh.

"You know that's not really a compliment." He said dryly, before turning back to his work. Harry grabbed his chin and pulled Tom to face him once again.

"I don't mean it like that. Its just." He released a bit of air out of his mouth, tickling Toms nose. "The way your eyes track people, the way you'll hiss at people bothering you, how you look almost like a snake pouncing when your landing a winning strike in a duel." Harry's voice went soft. "You have the beauty of a predator."

Tom smiled a sharp teasing smile the nipped at one of the fingers holding his chin. A small drop of blood welled up at the tip of Harry's finger. He only smiled a soft smile and wiped the blood across Tom's grinning teeth.

#harry potter #harry james potter #tomarry #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #drabble

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Harry Potter is something of an impossibility and an inevitability all at once.

Tom has only started to understand and come to terms with this recently. In the darker hours of his harsher nights, when anger and rage come like maelstrom waves, the comforting weight of Harry’s hand on his shoulder guides and steadies him, mooring him ashore. He may rock, nearly tip, but Harry is always there noose-tight.

Hush, he says. Sit with me.

Tom does. His reeling no match to Harry’s.

A hollow longing is replaced and forgotten in his presence, and Tom thinks - I could love him.

#tomarry #tomarrymort #my fic #drabble #for those who are nosey - like me: #i had to keep this at 100 words to stay in line with the drabble exercise but i still almost made the last line - #and tom thinks he may love him #- i was tempted to leave it like that because there’s something there #something heavy like asking for permission #it’s almost a relief like wow he may love him?? he’s allowed to do that?? a sudden clarity #but it felt too confusing with no additional explanation #so… could it is!

[mishqua]

Harry- *touching Tom's chest and whispering* I can see your soul, Tom. It is still there.

Tom- *filled with sin but swaying closer to this sunshine* - Really?

Harry- Yeah. It is that dark thing covered in slime, isn't it?

#a heartbreaker harry who is verh straightfoward #a tom who takes everything seriously #hm maybe necromancer harry a #tom be like no thats my lungs after decadef of smoking #tomarry #harry potter #harrymort #tom riddle #tom/harry #lvhp #mishqut drabble

[garfunkelworld]

A boy walks into the woods. When he walks away, he is lighter, a smaller soul in his chest. He goes where he is meant to go:

Home, at last.

A man walks into the woods. He does not walk away. He stays, unmoving and unchanging, because there cannot be an afterlife for a man who already considers himself God.

#drabble #tomarry #harrymort #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #tom riddle #voldemort #harry’s ghost

[liquidluckandstuff]

Drabble: Harry feel sorry for Tom Riddle

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "Could you possibly be feeling sorry for Lord Voldemort?" Harry wanted to say "yes, of course," but something stopped him. He had once said Harry's greatest power was his ability to love and care for others, but a sinking feeling had Harry thinking that didn't apply to little boys who just waned to be loved.

Did he feel sorry for a little boy in a cupboard under the stairs, who just wanted a mum and dad to love him? Once upon a time that could have been all Tom Riddle wanted too, but Dumbledore thought it was a better idea to set his wardrobe on fire to prove a point rather than to get to the root of the issue.

Harry once stole pencils and markers from his classmates because he wanted to draw when get got back into his cupboard because there was nothing else to do. Would Dumbledore have set those on fire too?

If the Headmaster didn't feel sorry for Tom Riddle then, did he feel sorry for Harry now, after everything he has gone through?

A dark realization came over Harry that the answer his last question was a simple "No."

Then, Harry understood why someone would want to become a Dark Lord. With men like Albus Dumbledore in power; with all of their hypocrisy and lies, little boys in orphanages and cupboards would always be desperate for the things they wanted most in the world.

Tom Riddle just wanted to be understood, and his chance was burned away in front of his eyes.

So, now he is doing it to everything else.

Harry just wanted to be loved, and his chances keep being killed in front of him again and again and again...

Harry looked up at Dumbledore and lied "No, I don't feel sorry for him," But in his mind he was picturing a horrified little boy watching his first chances at acceptance being burned away in front of his eyes.

#Harry potter #Drabble #Fanfic #Tom Riddle #tomarry #Tomarrymort

[greenlighted]

got a pretty boyfriend too (i wanna be you so bad)

AO3 wc: 100

“why’s ginny sitting with him?” harry asked, scowling across the great hall at where ginny was sitting next to riddle. “harry, i know i don't say this enough, but i do love you. so i say this with so much kindness, please shut the fuck up,” ron groaned. “it's just, what does she even see in him anyways?” “the same thing you do, probably.” “i don't see anything about him besides that weird nose,” harry asked, turning his glare on ron. “i would love to believe you, i really, really would, but i don't. not even for a second, mate,”

#tomarry #harry potter #tom riddle #hp #drabble #my writing

[morsmordream]

Fic Excerpt!

"Ten points from Gryffindor for breaking curfew, Weasley," Tom sighed, looking at Ronald Weasley with thinly-veiled disappointment. Honestly, Tom just couldn't understand why Harry was friendly with some people.

"Fuck you, Riddle. You're a wanker."

"Five points from Gryffindor for obscene language directed towards a Prefect."

"I'll hex your balls-"

"Silencio. Ten points from Gryffindor for threatening bodily harm to a Prefect. Get out of my sight, Weasley."

from this fic i’m currently writing (a lil hogwarts tomarry in the umbridge era)

#harry potter #tom riddle #hp fandom #harry potter drabble #tomarry #hp fic #harry potter fanfiction #tom riddle x harry potter #tomarry fanfic

[immxrtalbi]

Harry being reincarnated in the past as a different person but still has the memories of the future. He decides that he doesn’t want to change anything because he wants a normal life for once. So he does and when he goes to Hogwarts, he’s sorted in Slytherin, which he begs the hat no, and just has to go with the flow. He avoids Tom Riddle at first but then discreetly helps him when he’s getting bullied for being muggleborn. So as years go by, Harry is captain of Slytherin Quidditch team and has everything he ever wanted and is finally happy with life, at least until Tom corners him and offers him to be a member of his secret society. Harry declines and his happy life turns to hell. He’s kicked from Quidditch, gets more detention purposely, his friends avoid him because of fear. Harry is alone once again but it doesn’t bother him because he’s used to it from his first life. So he endures it as if nothing happened which pisses off Tom and starts becoming obsessed with Harry, wanting to breaking him.

#tomarry #I know I’ve written a drabble about this long ago #but I want this so bad and I must write it agsjgkl #fic ideas #mis cosas

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

UDLTTOM Drabble: Like a Book.

Evans read him like a book. It was frustrating. Perplexing.

How did this stranger know him so well?

Tom still hadn’t found the answer to that question.

Instead, what he did find was that this connection—this ability to read him like a book—wasn’t entirely one-sided. Without knowing when or how, Tom found himself knowing Evans. Seeing Evans. Understanding him and the way he thought. Predicting, even, what he would say before he said it.

Sometimes it was almost like the words that flew from his housemates mouth fell from his own lips. Sometimes Tom could swear he could feel them on his tongue; wet muscle curling around each syllable as it was spoken aloud.

It was only when Evans called him out for mocking him, that Tom even realized he had been unconsciously mouthing along.

How curious? How Strange?

How utterly fascinating…

#udlttom #tomarry #harry potter #time travel au #tom riddle #tomarrymort #tomarry fanfic #hp drabble #I like this might put it in somewhere #I like this idea of Tom unwittingly mouthing Harry’s speech & Harry thinks he’s mocking him

[dystopianrebel]

World Wide Celebration

Harry’s eyes caught his own, “Look, everyone is celebrating your birthday.” It was obvious that he was just trying to cheer up his friend. A lovely grin found its way on the teen’s face, one that was contagious to Tom.

Please enjoy this little Tomarry Drabble for Tom Riddle’s birthday and happy New Year everyone! 🎉

#harry potter fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction aesthetic #self promo #self promotion #ao3 link #tmrhp #harry potter x tom riddle #tomarry #harry potter aesthetic #harry potter/tom riddle #harry potter fanfic #drabble

[onbeinganangel]

content: harry/tom, time loops, implied resurrection, master of death harry

my go at a classic tomarry trope, for my favourite tomarry pal, @vivantesopales !! The Magician + tomarry, for my Tarot Card Drabbles series

[for easier reading:

“It wasn’t me, not the first time.”

Tom scoffs. He’s only in his twenties, this time around. Harry loves the way his face contorts when he’s about to say something mean.

“Which is to say that was the only time it was you.”

Harry’s smile is so sharp it could cut.

“You have always liked playing with danger, Tom. Not my fault you’ve taken a fancy to kissing Death.”

Tom closes the distance between them, tall and handsome, just as in every previous life.

“I suppose. Will you kiss me again, O Grim One?”

“In an infinity of lives, darling.”]

#tomarry #tarot card drabbles #m writes

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

The heat in Tom’s gaze was a starving thing.

Greedy and wild, hungry and tactile. It promised more than a hot summer’s day. It promised pain, damnation, the ending of worlds; hell, Harry reckoned it promised worse than that.

It was a vow. Hardly solemn, the passion was right there, all-encompassing, spitting out like solar flares on the sun. A vow to hold, to never let go, to touch and touch and touch—

The heat in Tom’s gaze was a hand that roamed and wasn’t afraid to go low… lower… Until Harry’s hands catch themselves tracing that burning path. Starving.

#tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #my fic #daylight drabbles #someone take the post button away from me #i don’t know what to say #i could be asleep right now - lord could i be asleep #does this make me promiscuous on main 🫢

[mishqua]

The one thing about tomarrymort is they don't take affection for granted. They were nemeses. Orphans. Abandoned and forsaken once. It wasn't just food they were craving. It's emotions too. And when they are together-

They always take the littlest smiles as a great victory, the slightest touch as nirvana. The kiss is the apex of all emotions. So innocent and beautiful with how often blood and torture is part of their lives. It's so damn adorable and considering how often in fanfics and irl- people are take affection, love or anything positive as it is, without reciprocation, breaks my heart.

So yea I love to swim in this love that gives aa much as it takes.

#i adore them #love these two touch starved hungry as hell boys #they werent just starved of food #but also love #tomarry #harry potter #harrymort #tom riddle #tom/harry #mishqut drabble

[winterdeath81]

harrymort drabble

Reptilian/Snaked face Voldemort and Harry musings about his attraction to him.

"Harry was looking for some time a his direction but the man didn't bother looking at his way, too focused in the whatever Dark Lord business he was at the moment.

That didn't bother him too much anyway. He was distracted by how he looked.

Since recuperating his body, Voldemort had fascinated him with his particular appearance. He used to have endless nightmares with the man that was more monster than anything.

But after sometime, with nothing to do and bored out of his mind, he started to look at him differently, he could say.

Voldemort had created that body himself. The handsomeness of the diary horcrux was something from the past, now the monster inside matched the monster outside. Today he could say that it didn't scared Harry anymore.

Since they started living together, in this beautiful and isolated little world of them, he started seeing the pretty little things around them. But especially Voldemort himself.

That and how alien and out of place his lover was.

All his angles were hazor sharp. His skin was deathly white, lacking a nose and the narrowed red eyes that were sharp and seemed capable to see in the dark but when looked at him would soften and burn. Were he could see, in the reflection of the sunny day, the littered scales of his skin that one would think were rough but he knew were smooth to the touch, reflect beautifully.

His hands that were like tallows, with sharp nails, didn't scared him anymore. Hands capable of killing and torture without mercy, that now only touched him with care and in a careful way, that would engulf his own bony hands.

He had a long neck, like a snake and that sometimes seemed elongated. Sometimes he wanted to ask if he did something to make even more long, but even think about asking, make in flush in shame and a little afraid to offend him.

He was also tall. Very tall.

He as 7'1 towering his humble 5'8, with broad and firm shoulders and skinny but surprisingly strong arms.

That was another thing about him. He was strong.

When he brought Harry in their now home, alongside the beach, he had hold Harry close to his body and supported his weight while he had stumbled by the disoriented feeling of the portkey, without difficulty.

Sometimes he would hold him out of feet, hugging him in his cold arms and even with Harry gaining weight, he never complained, never seemed out of breath.

All of this attracted him. Deeply. He knew by some rule, that he should hate him, but after all these months beside him, living in the same large house, sleeping in the same bed, he could only feel fondness for the man. The anger he supposed he should feel by him being his parents murderer, had diminished even before they were together and now he accepted more and seeing him changed, made Harry less inclined to hate.

It was a weakness, some would say, how he could instead of hate he felt something close to love for him and maybe that's why Voldemort felt intrigued with him. There was an understatement between them.

So he didn't felt bad for being attracted to him.

He wanted to lick him.

His breath stuttered a bit and spike of arousal shot in his body.

Voldemort, that at the moment was distracted, looked at him so quickly that he almost could hear his neck snapping. His red eyes fixated in his blow wide pupil eyes, that were almost black and in the back of his mind he could feel the man responding desire in their bond.

He then smiled, his thin and pale lips stretching and flashing his sharp fangs and he hade to bite his lips to preventing to make a sound.

'I see that i am quite distracting you, my own' he said in parseltongue and Harry shallowed closing his eyes.

When he opened them, he saw his the long forked thong, tasting the air around him and his tanned cheeks flushed in a pretty pink that by the minute expanded to his nose and descend to his neck. Voldemort looked delighted by the vision.

'Come here' he said and Harry complied quickly.

"

#don't know how to finish things so i simply don't #harry in his monster f*cker narrative #i felt a renovating acceptance with snake face voldemort and I'm not about to hide it #harrymort drabble #drabble #harrymort #tomarrymort #tomarry #snake face voldemort #harry potter drabble #don't like it? leave me alone #mine #I don't have enough creativity to write something big enough for a fanfic so i post it here #my first language its not english. peace.

[liquidluckandstuff]

Drabble? oops

(Witch hunters torture Harry, Voldemort adopts Harry)

(Also this grew legs and i really just wanna write write this now? you know?)

Witch hunters were real.

They've hidden themselves well in the "real world" as they like to call it, though they have a healthy fear of wizards. They have long since abandoned any notion of eradicating the world of witches and wizards and have since focused their efforts to isolated cases.

Young muggle born children with wild magic who's parents think they are possessed, or children who are too disruptive for their parents to handle.

Used to be the hunters had "morals" but now they will take the money where it comes.

Thats how Vernon found them. For a large price, they promised to save his nephew from the corruption of magic. He knew better. Those who were saved by them never returned the same and that is what he was hoping for.

Harry wasn't a child anymore, but that didn't mean they weren't up to the case.

Vernon paid them extra to steal him away in the night. Cuffs with strange markings were locked on his wrists and upper arms that prevented him from accessing most of his magic, so he was helpless against them.

It was simple. They tortured him.

They beat him. Starved him. Locked him in a cell so small he couldn't even sit down. Harry was introduced to shock therapy and every time his magic reacted to defend him on instinct, they would shock him again until he was too tired physically, magically, and mentally to fight back.

They thought they had won, even Harry thought so for a time. Until deep into one of their whipping sessions, Harry started hallucinating Voldemort.

It had to be a hallucination, because he had never seen such a look of shock on the man's face before.

or fear.

The man did nothing to help him, just stared openly as Harry was whipped until blood ran down his back and he was begging for them to stop and asking for forgiveness for being such a burden to his relatives.

They called him their greatest success yet.

Harry went back to his relatives with deep burns from the cuffs on his arms and his cupboard now covered in the same strange markings that had bound his magic. The only magic Harry cast was hiding his new markings.

Living was torture.

Breathing was a chore.

Harry was too terrified to fight back when his relatives demanded more and more from him.

But his instincts never really died, that saving people thing of his.

He saved Dudley by casting magic and now he was in the second bedroom (his aunt was too scared that someone was watching them) clawing at his arms waiting for the punishment.

The order came to rescue him and soon he was standing in front of the ministry pleading his case to deaf ears until Dumbledore came to save him.

Why didn't he save him from the witch hunters?

Harry said nothing. He didn't talk about what really happened to him over the summer. Either they would call him a liar, call him weak for letting a muggle get the best of him, or at worse... they already knew and didn't care.

Then, the strangest thing happened.

Harry got a letter in the mail with nothing but a muggle newspaper clipping of an old reform school being burned to the ground with everyone inside. Harry recognized some of the victims. Why would someone do that?

Who knew what happened to him?

Who would do that for him?

Then, he was informed that his his last remaining relatives all perished in a house fire. Nothing of their bodies or home was left. Harry didn't even have to attend a funeral for them since there was no one liked them enough to organize one, and there was nothing to bury.

Harry knew who did it of course, but couldn't figure out why.

The question came of who would take care of the boy-who-lived.

The Weasleys eagerly put forth their name and so did the Malfoys hoping to impress their master.

But a third option appeared. A strangely familiar man , Thomas Gaunt, had proved his magical power, a long distance connection to the Potters, and enough money for the two of them to live modestly.

Of Course, Harry instantly knew it was Voldemort.

Harry was asked his opinion. "I love the Weasleys, and would like nothing more than to go live with them. I always begged to spend the summers with them, but have been denied due to my safety. And i'm giving that same reason now. They are not equipped to protect me for an entire summer. i would only be putting their family at risk. I know you don't believe Voldemort is back minister, but I do. Which is also why I refuse to go with the Malfoy's. I choose Thomas Gaunt."

The Weasleys were upset, clearly thinking Harry was put under some spell. But Harry, somewhat spitefully, reminded them that they had refused to take him in even when he begged again and again. They had a family to look after. To love and protect. And Harry was alone in the world.

Thomas Gaunt, Voldemort, took him away to a little house that surprised Harry with how comfortable it looked.

Before Harry even put his bags down, before he even began to delude himself that he wasn't about to die by Voldemort's hand, the dark lord took Harry's arms to look at his new scars.

He led him into the kitchen where he treated his wounds, and put new wrappings over them. Then, to Harry's shock, he removed glamour on his own arms and showed harry his matching scars.

"Never again." Was all he said.

_________

Voldemort said he had no expectations for him. Which stung a little. Harry had done so much to be so much so someone would want to take care of him. until it was too late, and now he was here with Voldemort.

But then, Voldemort corrected himself. He had no expectations of Harry, other than to take care of himself and do well in school. He ensured Harry completed his homework and it was done right.

He even taught Harry how to duel. Not in front of jeering death Eaters, but one on one and with patience. Harry flourished instantly and Voldemort even taught him more defensive spells.

Harry was waiting for the other shoe to drop so to speak.

Why was he being treated with kindness? he didn't know what to do with it when he didn't have to put on a brave face to practically beg for someone to love and take care of him.

He knew Voldemort didn't or couldn't love, nor did he care about him. So why?

Their relationship was... something. They didn't argue, Harry found it easy to do as he was told since Voldemort never made him do anything unreasonable.

Then, it was time to go to school.

Thomas Gaunt saw him off at platform 9 3/4 and Harry had never felt so awkward in his life. What was he supposed to do here?

He saw the Weasleys and the Order across the train station with both worried and relieved looks on their faces.

Thomas pulled him aside and said "I don't expect you to not preach about Voldemort's return, but I do expect you to keep my identity a secret is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And I expect you to keep your grades up. It's your O.W.L year after all..."

"Yes, Sir."

"And you will write to me every week."

"Sir?"

"We will keep up this pretense... and I want to make sure you are safe. I have never trusted the ministry and I do less so now."

"Oh.... " Harry looked over and the order seemed to be getting impatient.

"and Harry... Have fun."

"Oh." Harry said with surprised and found himself smiling softly.

Suddenly, he didn't want to go to Howarts. He wanted to go back to their little home where he was safe and comfortable and it was a little awkward, but he had no expectations or worries of the real world.

Maybe that was Voldemort's plan all along.

"If you would indulge me... " Thomas smirked, his eyes looking over to the impatient order. "While i would love to kill most of them, I wouldn't mind settling for pissing them off a little." He opened his arms slightly and Harry found himself find a piece of himself he didn't knew he was missing.

Everyone else got to hug their parents goodbye before they set off for school, and now he finally got to do the same.

Harry hugged him tightly. He buried his face in his shoulder and he had never felt more complete in his life.

"Have a good term. You are welcome to come home for the holidays if you wish."

Home.

He had a home. He had a family? At least someone who cared about him. About just Harry.

Even if it was pretend, it was better than he had ever experienced in his life.

As he pulled away and walked toward his friends, he held his head high and had a happy smile on his face. He couldn't wait to go home.

#Harry Potter #Voldemort #Drabble #Fanfiction #liquidluckandstuff #Harrymort #Tomarrymort #tomarry #Probably going to just be a Voldemort adopts Harry story

[greenlighted]

second chances wont leave us alone

AO3 wc: 100

“this one?” tom asks quietly, raising his hand towards the lightning scar on harry's forehead, as he had done with all of harry's scars he couldn't help but ask after. harry flinched when he saw tom's hand coming towards his face, remembering the first time that tom had touched his scar. tom dropped his hand after seeing harry's reaction, and harry suddenly had a hard time reading his expression. he reached out for tom's hand and brought it back up to his face, encouraging the touch. immediately tom was tracing the fractal pattern with the tip of his finger. “you.”

#tomarry #harry potter #tom riddle #hp #drabble #my writing