#marvolo you little shit

[cherryria]

Of fears and friendships (Ominis Gaunt x Original Female Character)

The much needed conversation after the “Crucio Accident”. English is not my first language therefore I apologise in advance for any mistakes. Marion sat on a cold floor of the Undercroft, leaning against the wall and trying in vain to stop her tired body from shaking like a falling leaf. It was an awfully long day and surely a strange adventure she would not desire to relive again, as the severe pain from the Cruciatus Curse still lingered in her bruised limbs.

The Hufflepuff could not quite comprehend why she was not spending this much needed alone-time in a safety that the Room of Requirement eagerly provided, yet she once again found herself in a familiarity of the Undercroft. Which, to be honest, did not seem that welcoming now. As if it was forever intertwined in her soul with the image of Sebastian that right now could bring only worries and fear to her mind.

Marion attempted to clear her head of all thoughts, rather concentrating on the warm and tingling sensation of ancient magic flowing through her veins. It seemed to numb the physical pain a little bit but unfortunately could not calm the aching of her heart. It simply could not push away the image of hurt on Sebastian’s face when she declined his help, leaning on a rather worried Ominis instead. It was all too much for her little Hufflepuff heart, too suffocating and incomprehensible, and frightening.

As the tears started to cloud her gaze, Marion suddenly heard the footsteps coming down the stairs and reluctantly turned her head to the old staircase. To her utter surprise the girl witnessed Ominis carefully making his way in her direction.

“I can tell that you are here”, he delicately stated, stopping not far from her tired figure, “Your breathing is way too loud”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ominis”, the Hufflepuff tried to make her voice sound as cheerful as possible, “I did not expect you to visit the Undercroft tonight”, she paused, unsure what to say next, “If you want to be alone, I can go…”

“Actually, I was hoping to find you, that is why I came here after convincing Sebastian to finally have some sleep”, the softness in Gaunt’s voice made Marion smile a bit, “I wanted to make sure that you were in an acceptable condition”.

“I am fine, thank you, Ominis”, she could not tell a greater lie, moreover, the Hufflepuff perfectly understood that the boy would not believe her, but she simply could not find the words to explain every thought and emotion that was running through her mind.

“I may be blind, Marion, but I am not in any way, as you may suspect, stupid”, he chuckled.

The girl took a moment to examine her friend’s tired features, his melancholic gaze, and then she remembered…

“I am truly sorry about your aunt”, she whispered softly, fighting the urge to either hold out her hand to a grief-stricken Ominis or start sobbing from the realization of how awful and lost he might have felt right now.

“I simply cannot believe my ears”, Gaunt sounded almost indifferent, although his voice could not fool her, “You have been struck with a Crucio and somehow still possess the ability to trouble yourself with my feelings”, he smiled sorrowfully, “Oh, what a true Hufflepuff you are!”

“Do not worry about me, Ominis, I can handle my pain”, Marion made a weak attempt to stand, but her body immediately betrayed her, forcing to once more press her back against the wall and painfully exhale.

Her friend stayed silent for a moment, contemplating something, then still without a word sat down beside her, leaving the Undercroft silent for a few moments.

“In fact, I wanted to thank you for protecting me”, the Slytherin boy said, making Marion glance at him with utter confusion, “I understand that it was you who convinced Sebastian not to pressure me any further about casting the Cruciatus Curse”

Marion’s lips formed a shy smile.

“He was just acting irrational and, I dare to say, quite ignorant about the situation. I am sure in his heart he understands how unpleasant that topic must have been for you”

“I am afraid Sebastian thinks that casting Crucio is of the same moral difficulty as opening the locked doors with Alohomora”, pensively admitted Ominis, “His mind is now clouded with finding the way to Anne’s cure, even if it means leaving everything else in ruins”.

“I have heard the rumors of you Slytherins being very determined in achieving your goals”, Marion looked at her friend with a sorrowful expression she was glad he could not see. She knew how deeply the boy despised anyone’s attempts to pity him.

“As you could have witnessed today, my aunt was not an exception to this rule…”

“Ominis…”, she whispered in horror, but he brushed her off.

“I realized a long time ago that something had happened to her”, the boy admitted with a slight tremble in his voice, “Aunt Noctua would not have left me otherwise, as she indeed understood how painful and lonely it was to be different in our family”, it seemed that he was trying to collect his emotions, “To be honest, I have always wondered how her son can be so contrasting to her, so cruelly and maniacally endorsing the family traditions…”

“She has a son?”, Marion repeated weakly, “He might miss her a lot”

“Oh, Marvolo is more than happy with spending time with his father and the pure-blood maniacs I am proud to call my parents”, the venom in Ominis’s voice startled the girl, bringing the desire to soothe her friend’s pain, to make him see he was not alone…

“Ominis, I…”

“Do you think we are going to lose him?”, suddenly asked the Slytherin boy, turning his head to the direction of her quiet voice. He did not have the need to continue his explanation, as Marion immediately understood the root of his worries,  “To be honest, I can barely recognize him lately”

“Sebastian is one of the brightest wizards I have ever met, and I want to believe his mind will not betray him”, it was truly her heart’s desire – to continue believing in Sebastian’s sanity.

“He needs to understand, Marion, that it is Anne’s life, and only she has the right to decide what to do with it”, Ominis sighed and tiredly closed his eyes, “She is my dear friend, I care about her deeply, as she is to me the sister I have never had. Yes, I must admit, Marion, I am very afraid of losing Anne but I realize that we must listen to her desires and not to our troubled minds…”

The Undercroft went silent, the air thickened with sorrow and grief. Marion knew how little Ominis tolerated the unwelcomed touching, and still the Hufflepuff could not stop herself from gently covering his hand with hers.

“You will not lose Sebastian, I promise”, she said, her voice barely a whisper, “We will accompany him on his journey, and we will not let him slip into madness”.

The boy froze, feeling the sudden warmth of Marion’s hand, but did not move away from it. Ominis seemed to have realized the uneasy tone of their conversation, since he awkwardly cleared his throat and turned his silver gaze to her.

“I am so dreadfully sorry you had to listen to my whinings”, he noted, “It looks like this late hour went to my head”

“Well, I must say it is better with you here”, Marion confessed, “I do not feel so strikingly lonely”

“Don’t be a stranger, Hufflepuff”, Ominis chuckled softly and squeezed her hand a little, “I am afraid you will never feel lonely due to the astonishing company of ours”.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis x oc #ominis gaunt fanfiction #sebastian sallow #hufflepuff!oc #hufflepuff x slytherin #protect ominis at all cost #friendship #marvolo you little shit #hufflepuff!reader

[lustytears]

Be Quiet

no plot. just fucking tom marvolo riddle like there’s no tomorrow

afab!reader x tom riddle

2.2k words

warnings: SMUT. tongue play, blood kink, biting, spit kink, female receiving, p in v, wrap it b4 u tap it, public sex (in a school), hair pulling, unspecified house reader, shit i can’t think of bc i didn’t rlly proof read it, but it’s for you guys.

haven’t wrote anything in a hot minute so forgive me. first time seriously posting on tumblr. this was actually supposed to be a draco malfoy smut but i just switched it around mid-way when i was thinking of my best friend, who’s completely obsessed with this diary horcrux of voldemort just like me.

i will try and post a master list or something, give me time please.

You sat in your desk, pissed at how you were in this situation in the first place. It all happened because of Tom Riddle, who started arguing with you in the middle of potions—which you inevitably swore at him. Both of you were sent to detention to not only calm the both of yourselves, but for the disrespect and dishonor brought to Hogwarts. You were a good student, if anything a well-respected one at the most. It made you feel embarrassed knowing that you were “disorderly” but you couldn’t help but bite your tongue and put your foot down when it came to Tom Riddle. His smart remarks, his quiet demeanor, his attitude; all of it made me you want to pull at him, perhaps make him realize that he’s nothing to you.

He sat at his desk, both of your desks close between the both of you. “Would you stop?” He bore his eyes into you like daggers. His voice full of personal annoyance.

You placed your pen down, huffing. “How about you shut the fuck up, Riddle? It’s the only damn thing you’re good for anyways,” you crossed your legs, irritation came with your tone. You felt mad—perhaps upset at the fact that you were in this situation with him in the first place. He’s so fucking-

“I promise you,” he said with assurance. “I’m gonna make you regret everything you think. Every nasty glance, every remark.” Tom said, and the feeling of anger filled your head.

“Like I give a shit?” You held yourself back from laughing. “You’re actually so intolerable to be around that it makes me mad,” you hissed. “Fucking dog.” You fixed your black stalkings, the feeling of them rolling up at your thighs bothered you.

Who the fuck was she? With THAT tone? I don’t think so.

“You’re nothing to anyone, Y/N. You’re annoying, deranged, pissy, and disrespectful,” he leaned closer into your side, rubbing it into your face.

“And you’re obsessed,” you shot back at him. Your chest was stiff, but you inhaled. Your fists balled up, your face red.

“Half-bloods like you make me sick. You can’t ever give up, can you?” He smirked. “You love the attention. Fuck, it wouldn’t surprise me if you loved this. It’s your only way to get off, frantically throwing pointless insults at me?” He got up, walked to your desk. “I know you’re aroused. Aroused by the attention of a man noticing you for merely one second.”

“Oh, you fucking stupid b-“ He noticed you playing with your skirt. He pointed to it.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” his eyebrows raised with confidence. “You adore this moment.”

You launched forward, getting up from your seat where you previously sat. The desk was discarded and moved as you pushed it away when you got up. You backed him up into the nearest wall, your hands gripped his throat. Chokes and whines of disbelief came out of his mouth as you strained your hands on him. His eyes were half-closed, expecting some sort of offensive reaction to come from you.

“I fucking hate you. I hate your stupid, little arrogant, no good influence— I want to kill you, Riddle-“

He gasped, not expecting this sort of reaction to come from you. The last thing he’d expect is for you to actually come after him. “Y/N…”

Your hands were still, but the grasp was firm. His warm neck and erratically beating pulse made your hands shiver. You longed for this moment for years, but you let go. Apologies followed after your hands dropped to your sides. His brown eyes dropped to the floor, his mouth silent as the glooming atmosphere filled the both of you up.

“I-I’m sorry, Tom… I didn’t mean that,” your hands came to both sides of his cheeks. One hand drooped to his neck, caressing the spot where you held onto him for too long. His hand came up to his cheek, holding onto your wrist for a moment.

“What for?” The words shocked you. You didn’t expect Tom Riddle to be so… forgiving? He pulled you closer to him, lingering into your eyes for one moment too long. He dangerously held your hips, and by dangerously, his grasp was way too tight for you. As a result, the muscles in his hands flexed. You took notice of this, tilting your head back up to him, but this time, his lips were what you were looking at.

“You know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you paused for a moment. “I’m sorry I took it too far. I-I should’ve realized you were uncomfortable.” His eyes stuck to you, watching your every slight breath as you hyperventilated, your chest quickly raising up and down. “I’m realizing how terribly I’ve treated y-“

His lips met yours. Starved. He switched spots with you, quickly turning you around too fast for you to notice. He backed you up into the wall, pushing you up against him and you only. Your eyes shot open for a second, bewildered and feeling like you were on a high you’ve never expected. His delicate touch made your eyes close with satisfaction. You knew this is what you wanted. After all, he could’ve chosen anyone—you were special.

Every movement, you felt your tongue desperately fighting with his. He picked you up, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist. He sat you down on the desk, his lips moving down to your neck. Your shaky breaths made him chuckle. “How needy?” He asked, rhetorically.

He leaned to your stomach, this time, moving closer down to your pelvic area. You pulled at him., tugging his hair. “What if somebody comes in?” “Nobody’s coming in,” he whispered a quick locking spell, and you heard the doorknob jiggle and lock.

“Be quiet for me, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t despise you so much.” You nodded, allowing him to move closer and closer to your skirt. He pulled up your skirt, noting the dark-colored underwear that was now prized in front of him. He ripped your stalkings with his hands, tearing the nylon off as it hung around your thighs. He pulled your underwear aside, his index finger moving it to the opposite side of your leg. You breathed heavily, waiting for him to touch you. He stared at you, like you were a possession he gladly owned. His calloused fingers took a swipe of your pussy, carefully analyzing how your arousal felt on his fingers and stuck to them when he parted his index and middle finger.

“I’d bet galleons this is how you constantly felt around me, isn’t it?” You stared blankly, feeling like you were lost in your own thoughts. He touched your clit, quickly making your thighs shiver and jerk. You looked down at him, where his eyes met yours. You felt special. He made quick moves with your clit, rubbing it with his thumb as he saw how your eyes squeezed shut. He played with you, teasing as his other fingers played with your entrance, dipping in and out. He plunged both fingers in, desperately finding your g-spot as he pulled them back and forth between your entrance.

“Y-yeah, this—this is how I’ve thought of you. Fuck!” You exclaimed. He smirked, going at you with a much faster pace. His fingers made quick work of you, showing how talented he was considering he was making you feel this good only with his fingers.

“I.. I think-“ You moaned, loudly. He stopped, pulling his fingers out of you and his thumb stopped rubbing your clit. You pouted, begging for attention.

“If you’re not going be quiet, I’d advise you to pull your panties right back and your skirt down, and to shut the fuck up,” he said, emotionless. You were confused.

“Okay, I’m sorry, Tom… Please, fuck me. Okay? I promise- I promise I’ll be very good for you. Only you,” you pleaded, begging for him to continue.

He entered his fingers right back in. He fucked you at a much faster pace, squelchy noises emitted from the friction he was making as he continued fucking you at a speed that wasn’t known well to you. It was like he knew your body. You covered your mouth, holding it tightly as your legs wrapped against him. He pulled his fingers out, leaning in as his tongue substituted his fingers. He rubbed your clit in circles with his tongue, lapping up all of your juices. His hands grasped your thighs tightly as your legs wrapped around his head. Your back arched, rubbing against him for release.

Without a warning, he asked, “Cum for me, darling.” His tongue moved at a faster pace, licking your entrance as it quickly entered in you, eating your pussy out.

“Oh my God…” You exhaled, releasing all over his face. It didn’t take him long to use his tongue to lick all of your pleasure up. You moaned as he overstimulated you, licking you clean. “So fucking perfect,” he praised you. His jaw flexed, his eyes filled with pleasure.

He got up, off of his knees. “What are you doing?” You asked him, watching him unbuckle his pants uniform, unzipping his pants. He took his boxer waistline, taking both of his pants and his boxers right off. His cock sprung to his chest. His tip leaked with pre-cum. You eyed his cock, imagining how his girth would feel violating your walls.

“What’s that? You want me to violate your walls with my cock?” He exclaimed, chucking as your eyes widened with both fear and euphoria.

“Spit in my hand. Now.” You obeyed, a wad of spit pooled the middle of his palm. He moved his hand to his cock, lubing his cock with your saliva. He smirked, watching your legs widen and your pussy glisten with the mix of his tongue residue and your arousal. He continued jerking his cock, placing a hand on your thigh, the other hand guiding his cock to your entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down, noting how your legs tensed.

“Don’t be tense.… Let me pleasure you.”His hand touched your face carefully, moving down to your shirt. He fidgeted your buttons, unbuttoning your blouse and throwing it aside as he exposed your bra. Visioning how your tits would look, he quickly unbuttoned your bra, then moving your skirt and pulling it off. You helped him out, hopping off the table and doing the same by taking off his shirt, unbuttoning his uniform. You touched his tone body, admiring his chest.

Quickly, he turned you around, bending you over the desk. He leaned against you, lining his cock up to your entrance. He stuck his cock into you, causing your mouth to part an ‘o’. His movements became quick and aggressive, moving into you at a fast pace. You tried suppressing your moans, but he pulled your hair, yanking it back. It allowed him to continuously fuck your g-spot perfectly, making your grip on the desk turn your knuckles white. He pounded into you at an unforgivable pace, the sounds of skin contact made it unbearable—impossible, you noted. There was no way anybody couldn’t hear this.

“Fuck, you’re so.. so good,” you moaned, his hand tight, yanking your hair. Tears stained your cheeks from the combination pleasure of his cock ruining your walls and his hand pulling your hair towards him.

He violently snapped his hips into you. He took the opportunity to kiss your bare and exposed neck, biting down on your shoulder as he claimed you.

“Nobody’s going to fuck you the same. Nobody’s gonna love you the same. I’m going to be the one you think of when you dare touch yourself on those dark, dim nights alone. You’ll remember this moment like it’s the last thing you’ll ever think of. I am your permanent memoria.” He saw the dark mark on your neck, and he bit it again, piercing his teeth through your skin. You cried out, tears streaming down your face. Blood pooled, causing him to smile. He licked your shoulder like your blood was candy to him.

His hip movements became more unfocused, coming close to a sign that he was near to cumming right inside of you. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into you.

“I’m going to fucking- Cum-“ And like that, he released right inside of you. The hot liquid filled your inside as he pushed his cock to your cervix, painting your deepest points white with his cum.

You fell limp. He took notice of it, and took his now once erect cock out of you. He helped you get dressed, before noticing your stalkings were completely torn. He grabbed his wand, casting a spell that would fix your broken nylon stalkings. You thanked him with tired eyes, completely exhausted from pain and pleasure. He got dressed, fixing his belt as he kept an eye on you. He carefully unlocked the door, speeding over towards you to grab you, carrying your frail body into his arms. He kissed your forehead, walking through the empty halls to his Slytherin house, coldly staring at any suspecting and confused individuals who stared at the both of you with daggers, then to his room. He opened the door, placing you on the bed. He unraveled the cover, pulling it over you completely to keep you warm. Your eyes shut, head turned to the opposite side of him.

“Sleep well, beauty.”

#tom riddle #smut #tom riddle smut #voldemort #harry potter #harry potter smut #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle fluff #fluff #aftercare #Spotify

[legacyshenanigans]

Ominis and Sebastian wanting one of Marvolos dark magic books, which he keeps locked away in his room.

Sebastian: Listen, we need it NOW, I won't have it for long, but we need a little time, Is he going to the Den at all today? Or out anywhere in general?

Ominis: No, he said he was having a relaxing day today, which usually means he won't leave his room.

Sebastian: Shit.

Ominis: .....I have an idea....

(Half an hour later)

Ominis: *knocks on Marvolos door and pops his head in* Hello. Its me.

Marvolo: *looking up from his book towards Ominis, before putting it down to the side of him on his bed* What do you want?

Ominis: I was out. Got you one of those cupcakes you like. *smiles as he wanders over, holding it out to him*

Marvolo: *raises a brow* How...Nice of you...*narrows his eyes*

Ominis: I know you like them, and thought I'd get you one. You bought me those sherbert lemons last week, so consider it paying you back.

Marvolo: ....Fair. Thank you *takes the cupcake and eats it, then stands*

Ominis: *smiling*

Marvolo: Anyway, while you're here, Father said to give you this. *walks across the room but stumbles a little, holding onto a shelf* Oof...*feels himself becoming sleepy* (??????) *looks at Ominis through confused eyes* What the fuck?

Ominis: ...Sorry.

Marvolo: You *stumbling towards him* You fucking prick, i'll fuckin- I'll ffffff- *passes out onto the floor*

Sebastian: *walks in* Good plan *smirks*

Ominis: *smirks back*

Sebastian: He'll be mad when he wakes though.

Ominis: Don't worry. Got that covered too, he won't remember a thing. Trust me.

~

#marvolo gaunt headcanons #ominis gaunt headcanons #sebastian sallow headcanons #marvolo gaunt #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

omg.... imagine Sebastian's and MC great (great?) grand child🤷 was in the harry potter books/movies just being a goofball and hinting/boosting how they came from a great line of wizards/witches - saying stuff like how one knew ancient magic and the other was apparently a troublemaker etc. I would die for a little drabble of the child just speaking with the harry potters characters like this 😭 

Shoot, that's definitely far down the line 😂

I think canonically Marvolo Gaunt like is Tom Riddle's like great grandfather? Which is like the best reference I believe for the separation of the generations.

Sooo for the Harry Potter generation I think it would be Great Great Great? lmfao and that's still a little lenient.

Headcannons for Sebastian and MC's descendant's bragging about their escapades

they traced their lineage back when they were studying magical history

they always had been told the ancient magic was in their family, but then they really found out about what happened in the 1890's

they would be telling EVERYONE how their great great great grandparents used to fight off poachers and how you basically saved the world together

they would be telling harry potter that he wasn't shit compared to you guys essentially

they would be obnoxiously bragging about how you were friends with the single ancestor of Voldemort that wasn't into pureblood superiority

so their great great great god grandfather (as they liked to put it) was the cool person in Voldemort's line

they would brag about how Sebastian was the best at sneaking into places he wasn't supposed to and how they had all these tips and tricks from notes and journals he left

ron would be mesmerized, harry would be intrigued too, but basically everything he every learned was new to him anyways, hermione would be rolling her eyes but also desperate to learn about the ancient magic

f!grandchild would turn hermione into a menace as they would start trying to sneak into the restricted section and anywhere else they could to get information on how ancient magic worked and where it came from

m!grandchild would be desperate for adventure and dragging ron and harry into even more trouble than they already find

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #harry potter

[threads-makomo]

Hi hi! I'm Marvolo/Marv, I use he/they/it/xer/star pronouns! I'm 19 and I really wanted to start taking requests! Something happened recently with my dad so I thought maybe doing little drabbles and headcanons of some of my favorite characters might help get my mind off of things!! I'm also willing to do poly ships such as Giyuu x Reader x Sanemi as long as it isn't like minor x adult shit or just headcanons for ships that don't include reader. I'm not all that sure how to do like introductions and shit so I'm sorry if this is kinda half assed, I'll be taking requests on discord ik putting my discord on here is risky but fuck it, add me on there for requests or leave a comment on this post, pls I'm begging you 🥲

{ shits at the very bottom 💪💪 }

☆ - will do nsfw for + yandere if wanted

♡ - romantic, Platonic + Yandere

♤ - Romantic or Platonic only

◇ - strictly platonicly

Also if you don't see a character on here I probably won't be writing for them, of course some of this will change as I get further into the show or as I get more used the characters { looking at you hxh and toh- }

Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba:

Tanjiro Kamado — ♤

Nezuko Kamado — ◇

Zenitsu Agatsuma — ♤

Inosuke Hashibira — ♤

Genya Shinazugawa — ♤

Kanao Tsuyuri — ♤

Aoi Kanzaki — ♤

Sabito — ♤

Makomo — ♤

Murata — ♤

Sumi Nakahara — ◇

Naho Takada — ◇

Kiyo Terauchi — ◇

Muichiro Tokito — ♡

Giyuu Tomioka — ☆

Gyomei Himejima — ☆

Obanai Iguro — ☆

Tengen Uzui — ☆

Makio Uzui — ☆

Hinatsuru Uzui — ☆

Suma Uzui — ☆

Kyojuro Rengoku — ☆

Sanemi Shinazugawa — ☆

Shinobou Kocho — ☆

Mitsuri Kanroji — ☆

Kanae Kocho — ♡

Hotaru Haganezuka — ☆

Shinjuro Rengoku — ☆

Ruka Rengoku — ♡

Kagaya Ubuyashiki — ☆

Amane Ubuyashiki — ☆

Kotoha Hashibira — ♤

Yoriichi Tsugikuni — ☆

Yushiro — ♡

Tamayo — ♡

Enmu — ☆

Kyogai — ♡

Mukago — ◇

Rui — ◇

Nakime — ♡

Daki — ♡

Gyutaro — ♡

Hantengu + clones — ♡

Gyokko — ♡

Akaza — ☆

Douma — ☆

Kokushibou — ☆

Muzan Kibutsuji — ☆

Hunter Hunter:

Gon Freecss — ♡

Killua Zoldyck — ♡

Alluka Zoldyck — ◇

Leorio Paladiknight — ♡

Kurapika Kurta — ♡

Hisoka Morow — ☆

Illumi Zoldyck — ☆

Chrollo Lucilfer — ☆

Silva Zoldyck — ☆

Kikyo Zoldyck — ☆

Pakunoda — ☆

Shizuku Murasaki — ☆

Machi Komacine— ☆

Shalnark — ☆

Feitan Portor — ☆

Komugi — ♡

Meruem — ♡

Kite — ☆

Inuyasha:

Sango — ♡

Inuyasha — ♡

Kagome Higurashi — ♡

Miroku — ♡

Shippo — ◇

Sesshomaru — ☆

Naraku — ☆

Kagura — ♡

Koga — ♡

Rin — ◇

Toga — ☆

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher — ♡

Larry Johnson — ♡

Ashley Campbell — ♡

Black Butler:

Sebastian Michaelis — ☆

Grelle Sutcliff — ☆

Ciel Phantomhive — ♤

Vincent Phantomhive — ☆

William T. Spears — ☆

Undertaker — ☆

Ronald Knox — ☆

Othello — ♡

Genshin Impact:

Kaeya — ☆

Noelle — ♡

Amber — ♡

Lisa — ♡

Venti — ♡

Diluc — ♡

Paimon — ◇

Qiqi — ◇

Baizhu — ☆

Wriothesley — ☆

Neuvillete — ☆

Furina — ♡

Zhongli — ☆

Arataki Itto — ☆

Ayato — ☆

Lumine — ♤

Aether — ♤

Cookie Run:

Pitaya Dragon — ♡

Lotus Dragon — ♡

Vampire — ☆

Eclair — ♡

Clover — ☆

Tea Knight — ♡

Pure Vanilla — ☆

Dark Cacao — ☆

HollyBerry — ☆

Golden Cheese — ☆

White Lily — ♡

Sugar Glass — ♡

Crowberry — ♡

Blackberry — ♡

Yogurt Cream — ☆

Lilac — ☆

Plain Yogurt — ☆

Eggnog — ☆

Almond — ☆

Roguefort — ☆

Licorice — ♡

Red Velvet — ☆

Scorpion — ☆

Pomegranate — ☆

Dark Enchantress — ☆

Frost Queen — ☆

Latte — ☆

Ice Captain — ☆

Oyster — ☆

Steven Universe:

Bismuth — ♤

Pearl — ♤

Amethyst — ♤

Spinel — ◇

Lars — ♤

The Owl House:

Luz Noceda — ♤

Camila Noceda — ◇

Amity Blight — ♤

Alador Blight — ♤

Edalyn Clawthorn — ♤

Raine Whispers — ♤

Hunter — ♤

Gus Porter — ♤

Willow Park — ♤

Afk Arena:

Daimon — ◇

Niru — ♤

Shemira — ♤

Lucretia — ♤

Flora — ◇

Arcane:

Vander — ☆

Silco — ☆

Sevika — ☆

Vi — ☆

Jinx — ☆

Ekko — ☆

Viktor — ☆

Jacye — ☆

Mel — ☆

What I will write!!

Fluff

Platonic ships

Ships headcanons

{ Example: Kyojuro x Tengen }

Smut

Suggestive content

Yandere/Mayadere

Specific kinks for specific characters

Angst

Scenario Imagines

Literally any kink that doesn't have to do with bodily fluids { not including cum }

What I will not write

Kinks such as piss, scatt and ddlg, weird kinks in general

Fetishes

Noncon/r@p3 { furthest I'll go is dubcon }

Nsfw for minors

Bnha/mha. never.

Minor x adult, Killer x victim, shit like that

Examples: Kyojuro x Akaza, Giyuu x Tanjiro

I want to add that sometimes things may not come out as often or I'll randomly go inactive, I struggle with motivating myself to do things and I get tired and burnout of things quickly, sometimes to where I won't want to have anything to do with it for months, and I want to go ahead and apologize for that. I'd also like to add that I am aloud to decline requests, wether I feel uncomfortable with the request or if I'm just not going to be able to finish it. That's honestly all I have left to say and shit. Have a good Day and thank you for reading :]

Marv_olo

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[lenoraslament]

Lenora’s Love: A Tom Riddle Fanfiction

Chapter 12: High and Mighty

Trigger warning: fluff, drugs, a very high Tom Marvolo Riddle, pretzels

      "I'm going to let her" Tom said told Abraxas.        

They had slept all day. Lenora stayed resting, they had snuck out in the middle of the night. Abraxas said he had something for Tom.

"Oh. There is no way I'm doing that Malfoy" Tom picked up the little roll of paper in his hands.

"If anyone needs it, it's you" Abraxas snorted.

"It's vulgar. It's muggle" Tom handed it back to him. Abraxas picked up his wand and shot the end making the joint light.

"Don't be such a woman" he said making Tom's jaw drop offended.

"If anyone else talked to me like that I would have killed them" Tom said sharply but took the little roll of paper from his fingers.

"I know" Abraxas said as Tom took a deep inhale, "you have to hold it in".

Tom felt the burn in his lungs and held it in for as long as he could before he coughed loudly.

Now they sat in the grass watching the water, absolutely faded.

"I'm going to let her" Tom turned to him, "be a death eater".

Abraxas looked at him sternly

"Why?"

Tom swallowed, "So I can watch her, protect her, and we already know what she's capable of".

He sighed, "she can do so much. She's so smart and powerful Abrax-"

"No-" Abraxas cut him off, "why are we called death eaters?"

He chortled, "what does that even mean?"

Tom fell over laughing heartily at Abraxas who eventually joined him.

Nott and Avery exchanged a smirk. They sat in the library with the rest of the death eaters. Mulciber stood straight practically at attention, Lestrange leaned against the wall. Black stood with his arms crossed next to Abraxas who was pouring through a book with great wonder in his eyes.

Tom was arm deep in a bowl of pretzels, his munching was loud. They all waited for him to speak.

Nott chuckled knowing exactly what was wrong with the both of them.

"My lord?" Mulciber finally asked

Tom didn't say anything, he kept chewing.

"My lord"

Tom shoved another pretzel in his mouth looking deep in thought.

"Tom" Black finally said and he looked up.

"Right!" He suppressed a laugh.

An hour ago when he called the meeting in the middle of the night, it seemed like a really ingenious idea. Now all he wanted to do was eat pretzels in the quiet of his room, maybe listen to some records-

"Riddle" Lestrange sounded impatient.

Tom sneered at him, stupid praying mantis.

"I called this meeting for a very important purpose gentleman" he nodded and took another bite of pretzel.

"Which is...." Avery said lightly trying to help him along.

"Lenora is going to join us" he said suddenly forgetting the reasons he told Abraxas.

Luckily for him, he was in charge and for a few moments he did not have to explain a thing.

"With all due respect my lord" Black started.

Abraxas groaned slamming his book shut.

"I really don't think that's a good idea"

No one said anything.

"She almost died" Black looked around for help. Avery was the only one who nodded at him.

"He's right" Avery said finally looking pleadingly at Tom.

"She almost died, accomplishing what you and Abraxas couldn't do in six months time" spat Tom.

"It's true" said Abraxas shrugging stealing a pretzel from Tom's bowl.

"We can protect her if she's one of us" continued Abraxas.

"I don't give a shit about protecting her" Lestrange said outraged, "since when are we the body guards of little Lenora".

"Well how about this Lestrange?! She could have killed you when she dueled you. She is far more powerful than you are" Nott yelled over Lestrange.

"Yea Theo, I know! Remember when she made you scream like a little girl!?" Lestrange said and Nott crossed the room going for his throat.

Mulciber not unsympathetic to either of them grabbed Notts collar.

"We all agree" Mulciber said plainly, " she's strong. But is she loyal? Obedient?".

Riddle watched the scene unfold, as they argued amongst themselves. All except Black who had a look of relief on his face.

"Gentleman!" Tom shouted finally silencing them.

"I don't remember this being a voting matter" he stood up from where he sat, suddenly feeling more clearheaded than he had in months.

"My decisions are not accountable to any of you. I am your leader, so if I say she is one of us she is" he took a step towards Black.

"If you have a problem, you will soon remember that I can be very persuasive".

Black dropped to his knees feeling the pull of magic knocking him down.

"I swear Cygnus" he said, "I'm grateful you have saved her but you forget to save yourself".

They all looked at him nervously as Black looked up him indignantly. Although they weren't commanded by magic to do so they all kneeled along with Black.

"What do you say Cygnus?" Tom smirked.

"Yes my lord".

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[officialsporkintheroad]

loved that writing you put up! Can you give any more details? Wondering what you meant by wrong boy who lived?

Thank you lovely <3

Okay, so the premise of this story is that the prophecy doesn't get made until a little later, which causes just enough of a ripple effect that the Potter family keeps living and has a second kid about 4 years after Harry's born. Charlus. Due to certain circumstances, everyone thinks that the prophecy is talking about Charlus, including Voldemort, and so he's the one who gets targeted (and then inevitably praised for Voldemort's defeat, although that's a whole can of worms).

Anyway, Charlus is viewed as the boy-who-lived, and Harry ends up taking a back seat for the majority of his childhood and teen years, especially after he gets sorted into Hufflepuff. (Side note that as much as I like Lily and James Potter, they are not the best parents in this fic because we are going for some serious family angst, and it also plays into a lot of Harry's decisions in the beginning as he essentially tries to earn his family's love by being dutiful/ hoping they will be the parents he wants them to be if he can make himself good enough for them.)

Anyway, Harry grows up, graduating from Hogwarts around the same time that Voldemort gets himself resurrected. But instead of a full out war, Voldemort ends up forging himself a new identity and taking a political role--he's doing sneaky shit, as he should, and it's throwing the Order of the Phoenix entirely off balance.

For the sake of plot--and some other reasons that are kind of spoilers, so I won't get into it now--Dumbledore and Voldemort end up negotiating for a ceasefire, both sides hoping to minimize damage while simultaneously finding loopholes to destroy each other permanently.

And as part of the ceasefire, there's a clause that Harry, as the "spare" Potter despite being eldest, will choose to court someone from among Voldemort's followers as a way of solidifying the alliance.

Except Harry is a lot more interesting--with a lot more secrets--than Voldemort/Marvolo ever expected, and there's a growing suspicion that his true equal is not Charlus, after all, but the Potter that's right in front of him.

#ask #hp fanfic #tomarry #harrymort

[wuxian-chalory]

hi

“Hi,” Harry breathes out. He feels like a deer in the headlights. But you can’t blame him, it’s disorienting seeing him again. And although his mind has almost forgotten and his heart is already on the mend; his body seems to have a different idea.

Harry blushes like a schoolgirl and fumbles with the length of his jacket, eyes still devouring the scene in front of him. Naked--wet and beautiful, like a scene from one of his numerous wet dreams; behold his first love, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Tom lifts an eyebrow as he chugs down his water bottle like a highschool quarterback, his throat moves as he drinks and a stray drop catches on his chin. Harry can’t help but stare at it.

“Is that all you have to say?” Tom questions and there’s an edge in his tone that seems out of place in this textbook rom-com scene that Harry is fully intending to fantasize about in his hotel room -- secluded and alone. “We haven’t seen each other in a decade, Harry, and that’s all you have to say?”

Oh. Oh. Harry panics because he isn’t good at this shit, at awkward conversations. He has Ron for this sort of thing and just -- why can’t he just admire this amazing piece of delicious art work and go about his day? He was fully expecting Tom to ignore him, it’s only proper, after all.

“What do you want me to say?” Harry says, rather dumbly and shrinks at the narrow-eyed look Tom gives him. “Uhhhhh….” He glances around the studio aimlessly, people are watching, and oh so very curious. Everybody knows about their past, it had been plastered on every magazine and trashy tabloid. Tom had made sure of that, staking his claim in the most extra way possible.(Harry had loved it.)

Harry scratches his head awkwardly and his glasses slip down a little, he doesn't bother to fix it. “Has it really been a decade already? Time really does fly fast, huh?” If possible, Harry would have withered away from Tom’s stare. He’s still terrifying in that eerie way of his.(Harry had loved that too)

He bites his cheek to ribbons and settles on, “How’ve you been, Tom?”

#old tomarry drabble #tomarry #modern au #i do not remember writing this lmao

[zapalimesvet]

I just thought about writing more about Estellé even tho my Ideas are stupid making Estellé such an annoying character as possible hshshdbd but here it is! 💀💀💀

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When Estellé was sorted into Ravenclaw, she got later owl from her parents how disappointed they are she's not wearing the Snake and she probably don't deserve to wear it. Later her dad find out that Half blood Tom Marvolo Riddle is wearing that snake that was supposed to be Estellé, and so he started saying "how can that mudblood Riddle wear the snake that is yours. Maybe he did deserved it more than you as I see." "See? Even mudblood like him reached the house but you couldn't, you're not good enough to wear the snake" ....

That's why Estellé got the mindset hating Tom so much, that he have something that was supposed to be her and started to bully him kind of, never saying his name but call him mudblood ( basically for her Father, even half bloods are Mudbloods, there's no difference for him.)

And ofc Tom wouldn't let that slide, they were hexing each other, and call each other disgusting names or even bump into each other and smash each others books. How Estellé started It, it also got ended by her.

There was tradition in her family to became animagus before 17, she didn't wanted to disappoint her father again. She was trying for years, it made her excited and the stories her dad would tell her everyday when she was little. Having the leaf in her mouth for a month, drinking animagus potion on every lighting storm that comes, it was long process until that one day in 5 grade she made it. She thought as young she'll get more respect by her father

"look! She became animagus as young! We're so proud!!" But it was "became animagus as young is good but not good as wearing the snake"

Yet it just hit her that she doesn't care about her father's words anymore, it's tiring how he tells her everyday she's not good enough for the snake.

5 grade she became Perfect just like Tom Riddle and others. She saw how Tom was smiling at her so teasing, and laughed how he saw her scoff and leave right after dinner.

Tom saw how Estellé was changing, she didn't gave a shit about him anymore, what was her reason to stop ? He was curious, it was the perfect time to threaten it out of her. All he need to do is corner her up and say "what's wrong? Scared to threaten me all because you got the perfect badge? You don't deserve it" "you don't enjoy hexing me and nicknaming me anymore Astrée? Not funny anymore? Not enjoying?" The scenarios were repeating in his head, he was trying find the best one to say. It looked like Estellé was trying to run away from Tom, everytime she saw him, he could see how her chest was raising with anxiety and her heart beating, painting for breath running away from him, always find some way to run away from him.

Was she scared or just embarrassed for the years and drama she had with him. She's all grown up, she find out words have Consequences and it was childish to listen Father about the rivality again half bloods. Maybe she wasn't really meant to be Slytherin for so many reasons. Estellé decided to leave Tom just be, it didn't helped her to threaten him anyway

Yet still the words of her father was haunting her mind, never letting her sleep. She felt bad what she did to Tom as child, and now she's scared to even look at him, even go same way as he does. Maybe he would understand the teror she had in her household and the way her father tried to send her against half bloods.

In fact she would tell those things to Abraxas but it wasn't safe anymore when he became Tom riddle's friend and she started to ignore him, he wasn't safe for her anymore. Not mention the fact Boys were asking Abraxas where is his Ravenclaw rat that would stand by him everywhere he goes.

Abraxas tried to talk to her but her best friend Celeste would tell him always the same line:

"she is sick, please let her be." ( even she was healthy) it made him mad how she lied.

So Estellé spend long months thinking about how bad she was towards Tom, and that's when the bullying started, his friends would jump on her for things and even the littlest ones.

"you got more points at your test than Tom! You're such a teachers pet!" And insults. And they would even do it behind Tom's back, what he wouldn't care anyway. Abraxas didn't liked that idea, they wanted him to do it to her too but he denayed, it would ruin her and his friendship that was building for years even before Hogwarts.

~••~••~••~

The bullying kind of stopped for another months, it was relief Estellé, but she still felt she just deserved it.

Kids were excited to go to Rokville, maybe for the butter beer to 3 brooms, candy. She wasn't excited, her mind was still going trough something in her head.

BOOM!!!

A snow ball were hit in her head, little snow flakes all over head

Lestrange along with Avery, Garko were laughing and there he was. Abraxas standing here blank and watching her. Watching them doing this shit to her and not even knowing what was her reason. She could see how Tom was basically OBSESSED with her now.

And Rokville was actually really good reason when Abraxas could catch Estellé and give her talk but she slips her hand away from his.

"what's your problem Malfoy? Wanna throw snowball into me?"

"I didn't even throw one!"

"Just leave me, I don't have mood for any of the things that are with that God damn Tom Riddle!"

~~••~~••~~••

They didn't saw each other for long. As they were leaving Rokville, she disappeared somewhere. There was little frozen lake, yet still some broke frozen windows filled with water, idea lightened in her head.

"look a rat is trying to drown herself!!"

With every step she did, ice was breaking under her. It wasn't even a sec when the ice broke under her and fell into frozen water. She was getting cold so damn fast, cheeks cold, skin pale, nose and cheeks red. You wouldn't expect who came fast as possible, God damn Tom Riddle but she didn't saw who it was, she was losing mind from the cold, it was hella blurry, she could feel herself passing out.

He grabbed his scarf and pull it around her neck and tried get her into hospital wing as fast as possible. He had no idea why he do it, but he saw her from big clock window how she fell into the ice and no one would even save her, maybe he felt sorry for her?

~~~•••~~

Tom would check her everyday day into hospital wing but never actually showing up, he just stalked and listened. Profesors thank him how he saved a student from freezing to death.

Then he heard.

"I see you got Slytherin scarfs! Who it is!" - Celeste

"Abraxas." Estellé smiled warm to herself pulling the scarf around her neck "Abraxas, he..he wanted to talk to me but I was acting like a prick."

«Abraxas? He wasn't even with you!» Tom thought to himself and frowned, he needs to actually say it to himself that he was so obsessed whole damn 5 year with her.

"Abraxas? You sure? But anyway professors allowed me to bring you some soup!" - Celeste

Tom Left, why it should make him mad she thought it was Abraxas? Was he jealous? She was passed out when he came. She should thank him for everything, next time he won't be this kind.

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Opinions/questions are well appreciated!

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[hirukochan]

i’m sad that your tears finally soon to come to completion, but i’m glad that i was part of the waiting journey of this amazing fic to read our 2 protagonists finally get their happy ending!

buuuuut excited from your upcoming fic astrea x voldemort snippets, they got me salivating would you count this as reverse harem? 🫣 i’d love to read the dynamic differences of each voldemort from various of time frames, and to read them beefing over astrea or his horcruxes insulting voldemort like “you can do better that that” for losing the first war(i can see a little shit teenager tom riddle saying it), it makes sense that his worthy competitors are his own self/creation. will voldemort lose his shit over that? cause i love me some unhinged snake face voldemort😏

will you reveal in the tags a as voldemort wins au? and the type of ending? or are you going to keep the reader on their toes, letting the characters move on their own in your mind?

though i got a feeling this will be a merry-bad ending (fucked up tragedy from outsiders’ pov but the main characters themselves are happy)

Thank you so much! And what a journey it was! There were so many sub-plot I didn't see coming but that worked so well within the story I couldn't just *not* write them.

For the upcoming fic, yeah, I'd say it's reverse harem even it's technically the same person but...three times. There is sweet, innocent Astrea, sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle and Voldemort and then some time later Mr Gaunt joins into the fun as well. It'll be a dark fic. Voldemort isn't nice and his past selfs certainly weren't either.

Voldemort is pretty much the same as I write him always, very manipulative, charming and he can be 'nice' if he wants to.

Tom Riddle is certainly influenced by the years he has spend with Astrea already, I think consuming someone's soul leaves its traces lol. He is trapped in that moment right after killing Myrtle with the Basilik and creating his first Horcrux. So he's ofc also emotionally stuck at sixteen.

Mr Gaunt, the locket, was created some time before Voldemort's downfall, I put it somewhere between 1965 and 1970 personally. He is older, has a more 'refined' taste in cruelty and was at the height of his power before his 'death'. He still has his human features but he isn't quite human anymore. Kinda uncanny valley style. Astrea can feel that something is off and it scares her.

All Voldemorts find her fear entertaining but all Voldemorts have their own aspirations and all Voldemorts are jealous and wildly possessive - even towards each other. I am very much looking forward to writing them interact and exploring different facets of the same character. Voldemort is such an interesting character!

They are each unhinged in their own way! And Tom, because he has already spend so much time by Astrea's side, already considers her 'his' so that'll result in some delicious conflict.

I am not sure yet if the other Horcruxes make an appearance too. Nagini is there but her Horcrux is different, it doesn't seem to really manipulate the world around her like the diary does - same goes for Harry. I like the idea of the diadem, cup and ring joining but idk if I could make more than three believable and yet different versions of Voldemort. Also the whole name thing would get confusing. Thomas, Riddle and Marvolo perhaps but eh.

The fic is both canon-divergent and a Voldemort-wins-au. The diary never reaches Hogwarts so the entire second year wouldn't happen like it does in the novels and the adults act...more intelligent lol xD Astrea herself also influences several events.

I have an idea how the fic will end but that might still change, I can see this fic getting potentially quite long 😅 So I will for now not say much about that other than that I personally don't like bad endings full of misery and death and hopelesness.

#ask #wip ask #Astrea x Voldemort

[legacyshenanigans]

The Gaunts 🐍

2yo Omi / 8yo Volo

Ominis: *sat in the garden on a summers day, just playing with the grass beneath his fingers*

Ophelia: *sat on the porch watching him* Look how adorable Ominis looks *smiles*

Aleister: Too angelic for his own good that boy...Could be the perfect disguse once he's older *chuckles*

Ophelia: *clicks her tongue playfully* Aleister, honestly, you're terrible..He could grow up to be a lovley boy, you don't know.

Aleister: He's a Gaunt, Ophelia.

Ophelia: So? That doesn't mean he can't be nice? Marvolo can be nice too.

Aleister: Heh! *smirks* Marvolo, is a wicked little shit.

Ophelia: Nooo he's a lovley boy, deep down.

(They hear a sudden commotion)

Aleister: (?)

Ophelia: (?!)

Ominis: (?!?!)

Marvolo: *running up the garden path, chasing a wild chicken with a sharpened twig, laughing maniacally*

Ophelia: Marvolo! *frowns* Stop that at once!

Aleister: GET IT BOY!

Ophelia: Aleister! *frowns*

Ominis: *toddling over towards Ophelia, upset by the sudden yelling*

Ophelia: Awww look, you're both upsetting Ominis! Come to mother, my little darling *picks him up*

~

#the gaunts hc #the gaunt family #marvolo gaunt headcanons #ominis gaunt headcanons #ominis gaunt #marvolo gaunt

[fortisfiliae]

Promised Part 16 - Tom Riddle x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Masterpost | Masterlist

Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life. (GIF is not mine)

Warnings: Arranged marriage, physical fights, mentions of  torture (brief), blood and violence, character death. Read with care!

Word count: 4k

Part 16 - 30th June 1945

The N.E.W.T.s had gone by so quickly, it felt like all the preparations, all those years in Hogwarts and all the worries they had brought you, had been of utmost exaggeration. Of course, they had been challenging, but what the Professors had said about them in advance, how hard and draining they would be, how nervous every student had been, made it even more curious afterwards. It had only taken a few days after all. Some days of your life, which would most likely be forgotten in a few years. Just like any other week. And all that fuss for that? Well, at least they were over.

Tom, Camille and you had passed most classes with the highest grades. Freda had gotten some outstanding grades as well and even Avery and Lestrange had qualified, if only barely. The final evening in the Great Hall was filled with a strange kind of melancholy for the students of year seven. You had done it, all of you. Seven years in Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. It was like your first year had only gone by moments ago, you could practically still feel the sorting hat sitting on top of your head. But alas, all good things come to an end.

Final points were given to all of the houses and, to most people’s surprise, Hufflepuff won the cup. Everyone knew headmaster Dippet favoured Slytherin and Tom and Freda had surely given their own house a few extra points here and there, but Avery and Lestrange’s robbery from Slughorn had cost Slytherin too many points to recover from. All Hufflepuffs were overwhelmed with joy and Ben even ran over from the Gryffindor table to kiss Camille on the cheek while she celebrated.

Walking through the halls one last time was strange, you couldn’t fathom that you would leave the castle ultimately. It really had grown to be everyone’s second home and it would always remain so in your heart. Sadly, there wasn’t a lot of time for grief, as the antidote for Mors Grano was finally ready and waited to be filled into a flask to be used the following day. Tomorrow, June 30th would be your wedding day. A day you had dreaded but still couldn’t wait for. A day that was about to change everything.

And there you were. In an old chapel north of Ramsbury, a small muggle town, where no one knew who you were. The Gaunts had chosen the place themselves and had only told your family where to go the day of, most likely to make sure you couldn’t plan to mess with them. 

The chapel was dull, as was everything else there. No guests, not even a priest or a registrar to wed the two of you. Marvolo had told you that he was to do it himself. The place was so small, it wouldn’t have even fit a lot of guests, but you still wished that at least Camille could have been there to witness. And so, with a heavy heart, you stood in the tiny side room, where Mother’s wedding dress waited to be put on, while Elsie, your parents and the Gaunts waited in the chapel.

“Alright?” Tom asked as he fixed his tie in front of the mirror. 

You watched him as you went over towards the dress, your fingers brushing over the silk skirt. He looked great in his tailored black suit, white shirt and dark green tie, there was no way of denying it. Freda Morris would have been just as green with envy if she had seen him, but yet, not everything was about looks. 

“I’m alright,” you said and took another look at the dress. “I have to change now. Put this thing on.”

“I’ll give you some privacy in a minute,” he mentioned as he walked over to the desk where some things were gathered. He had put a large box there when you had arrived. “I brought someone with me.”

He pulled the top off from the box and you peaked in. “Nagini! Marvolo allowed for you to take her here?”

“He doesn’t know,” Tom shrugged. “And it would be better if it stayed that way.”

“I see,” you said as you held your hand inside the box for the snake to smell you. “Well at least I know one of my friends is here.” 

Tom wore an unreadable expression when he closed the box again, his lips thin as he nodded slightly. “Do you have the antidote with you?”

“Yes,” you answered and pulled it out from your pocket. The flask was the size of your palm, small and translucent. The potion inside shone through the glass like a silver and lilac gloss. “It’s right here.”

“Alright then,” he said. “Give it to your sister as soon as you can. I’ll wait outside with the others.”

When he closed the door behind himself you heard Marvolo nagging about what was taking so long, urging for you to hurry. The bastard made everything about himself again, even on your wedding day, which should have been the happiest day of your life. You pulled the dress off the hook vigorously, put it on and changed it here and there with your wand to make it fit better. When you went over to the mirror to look at yourself, it felt like staring at a stranger’s reflection. The dress was beautiful, but you didn’t look even close to what a happy bride should look like. Your hair and makeup had been done in a hurry, nothing was as perfect as it could have been. No traditions, no extended family or friends, not even a banquet. You didn’t know what you had expected - it was clear from the beginning that the wedding wouldn’t be anything like you had dreamed of since you were little - but it was certainly not this. Not as marginal, not as a means to an end.

Three hard knocks on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. “Are you done yet?” Marvolo’s muffled voice called. “Hurry up!”

Desperation turned into annoyance and your eyebrows furrowed even deeper. What did he want now? “I need a minute,” you answered as you opened the door only an inch. “Elsie, Mum, can you help me with my dress?”

Marvolo mumbled a few incomprehensible words while the two walked in. To hell with him, he could wait for five more minutes before he would get what he wanted. And you should get what you wanted too. Right now.

Mother looked you up and down with a smile. “You look beautiful, darling. What do you need help with?”

“Come,” you told them quietly and took Elsie by the hand, leading her to the other end of the tiny room, so that the Gaunts wouldn’t hear you. “I have to tell you something.”

The two looked at each other and then back at you, waiting for you to explain.

“I found something out a while back. Tom told me, he showed me. The curse that hit you, Elsie, it wasn’t sent by someone who wanted to attack Father. It wasn’t meant for Father at all.”

Elsie’s eyes grew wide and Mother laid her hand on your sister‘s shoulder. “What do you mean? Why would you tell us that minutes before your wedding?” Mother asked.

“Let me explain,” you went on. “Tom showed me that it was the Gaunts who sent the curse. That’s why they found a cure so quickly. And why they didn’t heal her completely.”

Mother gasped faintly, her hand wandered up to her own chest. “You mean…”

“Yes. They chose Elsie specifically so that you and Father would agree to their pact.”

“I… I can’t believe it,” Mother mumbled.

“They made me sick?” Elsie asked, her eyes as big and round as marbles. “On purpose?”

You nodded.

“But why haven’t you told us sooner?” Mother asked. “We could have-”

“I did as much as I could without attracting too much attention. Tom and I, we both assumed that the Gaunts wouldn’t even lift Elsie’s curse after the wedding. And even if they did, I wouldn’t trust them enough to let you drink anything that they would give to her again. So we brewed the antidote ourselves.”

You pulled out the flask and held it up in the air. Mother took it and inspected it for a moment. “You brewed that?”

“Yes. Elsie, take it right now. You will be healed completely then and the Gaunts won’t notice anything.”

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Mother asked. “And what then? What are you going to do?”

“Yes, I’m sure it’s safe. And then,” you looked at the door to the chapel and heaved a sigh. “Then I’ll get married. Stick to the plan.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Mother said as she handed Elsie the flask.

“Would you rather have her drink something that Morfin brewed up? If he would give her anything at all.”

“You’re right,” she said and shook her head.

“Quick Elsie,” you urged her. “Drink up and we’ll be ready to go.”

Elsie nodded as she pulled the cork off the flask, then put her lips around the opening and took a small gulp. She scrunched up her face into a grimace. “Tastes gross.”

“Sorry, princess. They don’t make recipes for strawberry flavoured antidotes yet. Now drink it.”

Elsie exhaled sharply, then threw her head back and let the liquid pour into her mouth. One swig, two. She had it down almost completely when suddenly the door flew open.

“Excuse me ladies, what is taking you so long?” Marvolo asked, standing in the door frame, with Morfin, Father and Tom behind him. Marvolo stared at Elsie, who was just gulping down the last drops from the flask. “What is that? What did you give her?”

The three of you froze, staring back at Marvolo and the other men. Shit.

“Just her vitamins,” you lied. “To make sure she’s well for the ceremony.”

“No, no,” Marvolo huffed as he walked in. “Give me that.” He took the flask from Elsie’s hand and brought it up to his nose. “Morfin, come here.”

Morfin entered the room as well, took a look at the empty flask and smelled it. Father and Tom took several steps in too, filling up the room almost completely. 

“Stop,” Marvolo ordered and held his hand up to Father and Tom. “I didn’t tell you to come in.” The two halted and remained standing by the door. “Now, son. What is it?”

Morfin inspected the remaining liquid inside the flask, shaking it to see the single droplets hanging inside the vial. One side of his mouth pulled up into a ghastly smirk before he spoke through gritted teeth: “Mors Grano antidote.”

Marvolo brought his hand up to his neck, fumbling on the chain that hung there. That must have been where he carried their own flask with the unfinished antidote. It was still there, which visibly confused him. He remained calm, wouldn’t dare to show that he didn’t know how you had done it, his eyes dark and full of anger.

“You little bitch,” he spat. “Morfin, take the child.”

Morfin did as he was told, quicker than any of you could have reacted and pulled Elsie to the middle of the room by the hand, then stepped behind her, one hand around her neck, his wand in his other one, pointed right at Elsie’s head.

Mother cried out when she saw what had happened to her daughter and turned to walk over to her, while Father ran towards Morfin and Elsie as well.

“Stupefy!” Marvolo called, his wand directed at Father, who fell to the ground immediately. “I told you not to step in. No one’s making a move now unless I tell them to.”

Mother fell to her knees, looking at Father unconscious on the ground and Marvolo gaped at her in disgust. “Take your husband. And shut your mouth, or you’ll be lying there with him.”

She pressed her lips shut and crawled over to Father, slowly dragged him to the corner of the room behind you, where she held his head between her hands. Silent tears ran down Elsie’s cheeks, who was still captured between Morfin’s hand and his wand. You had managed to pull out your own wand during the turmoil and looked over at Tom in the doorframe, who had done the same.

Marvolo had noticed the looks you had exchanged and heaved a bitter laugh. “You two, eh? Partners in crime. And what do you think you’re doing there, girl? With your wand out. Do you really think you can defeat me with your schoolbook magic?”

You gripped your wand tighter to prevent your hand from shaking, swallowed down thickly and frowned. There were a million things you wanted to say, thousands of curse words you could have called him, but Morfin still had Elsie between his fingers. “Don’t you underestimate me, Marvolo.”

He clicked his tongue, let his head fall back and laughed wholeheartedly. “Oh, juveniles. Graduated a day ago and think they’ll conquer the world. Well, I got some bad news for you then. But first, you’re going to tell me how you’ve found out about Mors Grano. And how you got a hold of an antidote that isn’t ours.”

You didn’t answer and only looked at Elsie, who breathed rapidly, her hands holding on to Morfin’s grip around her neck.

“I see,” Marvolo sighed and turned his head towards the door. “Tom, would you give us the honour then? Come, stand next to your fiancée.”

Tom walked over silently and placed himself next to you, his hand gripping yours.

“Oh look at that,” Marvolo feigned. “Tragically in love. Now, Tom, explain.”

Tom didn’t answer, only held your hand a bit tighter and you could feel something cold inside of it, something metallic, perhaps.

“No?” Marvolo asked. “You don’t want to tell us? Well, then we’ll have to motivate you. Morfin, go ahead.”

Morfin grinned but didn’t point his wand at Elsie anymore. Instead, he pointed it right at you. “Crucio!”

The pain that rushed through you was unbearable from the moment it had started. You fell to your knees and opened your mouth to scream, but couldn’t even hear yourself or anyone else anymore. A million knives must have pierced your body at once, and they scraped off your skin with rusty blades inch by inch, while your head hammered and stung as if a lightning bolt had struck right into it. Your vision had left you from the pain, everything around you had gone white and you only heard scraps of conversation between the all-consuming buzz that rumbled between your ears. Tom was begging them to stop, you assumed, but couldn’t concentrate on his words anymore, as the pain threatened to crack your skull.

Then, as quickly as it had started, it ended. You opened your eyes slowly, blinked a couple of times when your perception came back and felt a small hand on your cheek. Elsie kneeled above you, next to Tom.

“What happened?” you asked, your voice hoarse, while you sat up groggily.

Marvolo was still standing in his spot, looking down at Morfin, who lay on the ground, holding his leg with both hands. And attached to his thigh, was Nagini, pressing her fangs into him through his trousers.

“Nagini,” you whispered and as soon as you had said her name, the snake let go of Morfin and retracted.

“She crawled out of her box when he hit you with the curse,” Tom said quietly. “And bit him before they could have noticed.”

Tom helped to get you on your feet again and even though your knees were still weak from the Cruciatus Curse, you stood in front of Elsie, to shield her from the Gaunts.

Morfin winced in pain and still held his leg. Nagini’s venom spread quickly, Morfin’s thigh was twitching on its own.

“Father,” Morfin whined. “I need treatment. Help me get home.”

Marvolo looked down at his son, lips parted with an expression of sheer revulsion on his face. “Do you think I have time to take care of your little injuries right now? Suck it up.”

“But… But Father, I can’t feel my leg anymore,” Morfin panted. “I might die when the venom reaches my heart.”

Marvolo sighed and bumped his foot against Morfin’s hurt leg, to which his son screamed. “Then leave.”

Morfin nodded, it must have taken all of his remaining strength not to pass out, and closed his eyes before he apparated, leaving only a few drops of blood on the floor behind.

“Now back to you,” Marvolo said and looked at Tom as if nothing more than a minor inconvenience had just occurred. “Don’t you dare lie to me. You know I can kill everyone in this room within a second.”

Tom still didn’t answer and placed himself in front of Elsie and you, which made Marvolo laugh again.

“Oh, boy. You’d sacrifice yourself? For this family and not your own? I know I’ve raised you differently. You’re a disgrace.”

“You want me to tell you everything?” Tom asked. “Then let me come closer, so I can share all of my secrets.”

Marvolo remained unimpressed at the thought, there was no spell he couldn’t counter. So he rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Come as close as you want, son. But keep your wand up, where I can see it.”

And so Tom went. One step, two, three, four, until he was face to face with his grandfather. Marvolo still eyed Tom’s wand, gripping his own tightly. And then, Tom moved his other hand abruptly, jerking it toward Marvolo’s abdomen once. You couldn’t see from where you stood and only noticed when Marvolo looked down himself and opened his mouth.

“Imperio,” Tom said quietly while Marvolo fell to his knees.

Now that you could see what he had done, you put your hands in front of Elsie’s eyes, holding them closed. Marvolo was bleeding from his stomach and Tom held a bloody knife in his wandless hand.

“I’m just making sure you can’t apparate,” Tom said coldly. “Like uncle did. The coward. I want to see how you die.”

Marvolo looked up at Tom, opened his mouth but didn’t say anything, tears edging on the corners of his eyes. 

“No. You don’t get to talk now,” Tom went on. “Never again. You’re going to listen. And I’m even going to tell you what you wanted to hear. I found a way to tell her what you have done to Elsie. I stole Morfin’s book, and we brewed the antidote ourselves. Oh yes, before I forget, we also stole some Banshee tears from Morfin, while you were out. Scrook and Hokey were very helpful. I even learned some new things this year. Some of them from a muggle-born, can you believe? It got me thinking, you purebloods are so concentrated on magic, you wouldn’t even realise when I’d come up to you with a knife in my hand. And I was right. You didn’t. You see, you called me a bastard so often and reminded me that my father was a muggle. So I thought I’d remind you myself how much of a half-blood I am. Isn’t it awful dying the muggle way? So slowly, so weak.”

Marvolo laid to the side, impacted by the Imperius Curse and opened his mouth, coughing up blood, his eyes half-closed.

“And now, here we are,” Tom whispered. “You did this all to yourself. Good night, Grandfather.”

It took a while until you all had calmed yourselves. Father had woken up some minutes after Marvolo had closed his eyes completely and you had brought Elsie into the chapel, so she wouldn’t have to see the body. Tom, your parents and you hadn’t decided yet what to do with Marvolo. You had thought about leaving him there, or to apparate him to Gaunt manor, where the elves or Morfin could take care of it. If Morfin himself was still alive. 

Mother joined you in the chapel and you took the chance to get some fresh air outside. Only out in the open you noticed that you were still wearing the white dress. What scorn of fate it was to watch someone die on your wedding day. The door opened again behind you and Tom walked out. He had managed to remain composed better than anyone else there, even though he was the one who had killed somebody.

He walked up to you, looking at the ground and only lifted his head when he stood right in front of you. A warm breeze brushed over your skin as the sun was setting. “Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded. Physically you were. Your mental state was debatable. “I think I am.”

Tom dipped his head once too and loosened his tie. “Are you scared of me after what you’ve seen?” 

You looked him in the eyes, tilting your head slightly. His pupils were extended, brows sitting calmly above. “No,” you answered. “I would have done the same if I had to.”

He bit his lip and nodded, hands inside his pockets before he took them out, held you by your waist and kissed you. All the tension and stress seemed to leave your body for a moment, your shoulders finally relaxing and you wished you could hold on to him like this for an hour. Tom stayed close for a moment, pressed his forehead against yours and sighed. “So,” he said as he took a step back. “The pact is done with. Elsie is cured. You don’t have to marry me anymore.”

A surprised gasp fell from your lips. You hadn’t even thought about that yet. He was right. “I guess I don’t.”

Tom pushed the tip of his shoe through the gravel on the ground, drawing patterns. “But I wanted to know,” he said. “Would you have gone through with it if this had turned out differently? Would you have married me and stayed?”

There was a moment of silence when you thought about it. What answer could anyone give to such a question? You liked him, yes, you would even dare to say you were in love with him. But would you have really married him this quickly if you could have decided yourself?

“Would you?” you asked, to which he smirked. The wind tousled his hair, just like when you had sat with him at the bench back in the Hogwarts’ courtyard. “Why don’t you ask me? Properly I mean.”

Tom’s smirk vanished and he looked at you seriously. He took both of your hands in his, inspecting you closely. He opened his mouth but shut it again to clear his throat. Then he asked: “Do you want to marry me?”

A smile formed on your face, one that he didn’t mirror, as long as you wouldn’t answer him. “No,” you said. 

Tom’s expression didn’t change, but when you looked closely, you noticed that the size of his pupils had decreased, his brows now hanging in confusion. He still held your hands but you could feel him trembling.

“Not yet,” you added, your smile still in place. “Not like this and certainly not today. Not on Marvolo’s terms. Not without my friends and not before we really get to know each other and both decide, on our own, that we want to do it.”

You leaned forward, kissed him once and said: “So, ask me again in a year or two?”

And then, the rarest sight of them all, Tom Riddle smiling genuinely, was given to you. He looked so handsome wearing it and with the orange light from the setting sun on his face when he let your hands go and pulled you in.

“I promise I will.”

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[relenaduo]

For Want of a Nail[HP Fanfic]

Decided I might as well also post it here. This is my entry for NaNoWriMo. Its supposed to be a humorous take on common and/or popular tropes that often appear in HP fanfication.

You can also read the story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27504166/chapters/67255927

Its a  story about The-Boy-Who-Lived, his connection to a certain Horcrux, his obscurial, his twin brother and his life in the house of Slytherin.

So y’all gotta know that this isn’t just some shit that’s hanging on, say, some character slipping in a banana peel and causing the whole story to split into AU. Not at all.

CHAPTER 1

On a fateful night of Halloween several silhouettes could be discerned with some difficulty, their dark cloaks camouflaging them as they walked in the shadows of the streets towards Godric’s Hallow. In the lead was none other than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort or Tom Marvolo Riddle, the last one much to the man’s embarrassment.

Upon arriving at their desired destination Voldemort ordered the Death Eaters to surround the property and enter it from all sides when given the signal. Voldemort went to stand at the front door, quickly fixed his robes to maximize their dramatic billowing when he broke into the house and sent out some sparks from his wand, signalling his men to break into the house.

Glass shattered and wood splintered as all the windows and doors broke inwards, the house instantly swarmed by people in black cloaks. All the ruckus drowned out the terrified screaming of Lily and James Potter, both huddling together and pulling out their wands.

Voldemort marched in, his robes billowing dramatically with each stride he took. He smirked evilly at his future victims, lifted his wand and-

One of his Death Eaters slipped as he stepped out of the kitchen, fell on his ass and fired out a curse that hit James and Lily Potter square on both their chests. The Potters collapsed.

Silence descended on the home.

The Death Eater that had slipped sat trembling on the floor, unable to even move from fright.

Voldemort inhaled, nostrils flaring in a way that marred his handsome face, “I’ll be dealing with you – later”, he hissed and strode up the stairs, where he knew from their informant that the Potter twins slept.

The Death Eater whimpered, even as he still sat on the floor.

Seconds later they heard wood splinter as their Lord broke down yet another door, followed by a scream and then-

BOOM!

The house rocked to its very foundations, the top of the house evidently exploding in a flash of bright green light. The Death Eaters ran. Even the poor one that had fallen down before was out of one of the doors before the whole house started to cave in at parts.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alarms had begun to go off the second Voldemort had broken down the front door. The whole of Wizarding Great Britain soon knew that the Potters were under attack and rallied to aid them.

Albus Dumbledore arrived seconds after the Aurors and witnessed them chase after Sirius Black, who in turn was chasing what looked to be Peter Pettigrew, threatening to murder him.

Unfortunately unable to split himself in two Dumbledore raced to the Potter’s house, which was swarming with Aurors digging through what was left of the house. Dumbledore himself joined them and after a few minutes little Jimmy Potter was recovered, screaming his lungs out and with a massive cut that slashed across his little face. Dumbledore took the babe into his arms and felt powerful magic surrounding the child and immediately knew this was the Chosen One.

“We found the other one!”, one of the Aurors shouted a minute later, little Harry Potter in his arms who was also wailing for all that he was worth. Dumbledore looked over and saw that little Harry was fine, mostly dirty with some dust and a tiny cut on his forehead.

“Oh wonderful!”, said Dumbledore, Jimmy would probably have been traumatized later in life if he discovered that he’s lost a twin brother and Dumbledore wasn’t sure how this would affect him as the Chosen One. Better that he never found out.

After about another hour the comatose forms of Lily and James Potter were found underneath the ruins of their house. They had been hit with some unknown spell and suffered extensive injuries so it was unsure if they would ever wake up. All the healers at St. Mungo’s examined each one of the Potters as the Aurors explained the circumstances in which they had been found in and by the end of the night the whole world knew of Jimmy Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, the Vanquisher of Lord Voldemort.

The next morning Minister Millicent Bagnold was at St. Mungos to start to proceedings to admit Jimmy and Harry Potter into the care of Wizard family since Sirius Black was no longer an option.

“They have family”, stressed Dumbledore, insisting upon the twins being delivered to live with the Dursleys, Lily’s last remaining family.

“I’m not leaving the Vanquisher of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to a family of Muggles! No matter how closely they are related! The-Boy-Who-Lived deserves to be with people who will nurture his extraordinary abilities until he is ready to leave for Hogwarts.”

“What Jimmy needs is to live with what little remains of his family!”

“He needs to be nurtured!”

Several days later they both stood at the Ministry of Magic’s Department of Magical law Enforcement, ready to start the trial for who was to obtain custody of the Potter twins.

The overseeing judge was Frederick Weatherhead, a decorated yet ancient wizard.

“Is that Albus Dumbledore?”, asked Frederick to his undersecretary.

“Yes sir, do you know him?”, asked the young man.

“Do I know him”, Frederick chucked darkly, “He used to kick me when we were little. Him and fucking Aberforth would never give up the chance to bully me. ‘Weatherhead, Weatherhead, what’s the weather like today’ they’d say, the bastards.”

“That sounds awful sir, I never knew he was like that when he was a child”, said the young undersecretary.

“Well, young, yeah I suppose. He was like four years old and it was mostly Aberforth, but still, fuck him. What’s he here for anyway?”

The young undersecretary blinked, “Um, he’s here about the custody of the Potter Twins. He wants both to go live with one Petunia Dursley, who is a Muggle. The Minister insists that The-Boy-Who-Lived needs to grow up in a Wizarding home”.

“Hmm”, mused Frederick.

That night Harry Potter was delivered to Petunia Dursley in a basket on her doorstep and Jimmy Potter was handed to Augusta Longbottom in front of a room of Ministry officials, all smiling for the photographs.

Chapter 2: https://relenaduo.tumblr.com/post/634700038743965696/for-want-of-a-nailhp-fanficchapter-2

Chapter 3: https://relenaduo.tumblr.com/post/634701009477894144/for-want-of-a-nailhp-fanficchapter-3

This is still under its working title, any and all suggestions for a new name are welcome

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[marshallfluffrandomimagines]

Masterlist

Imagines:

A Knight’s Tale:

Count Adhemar:

Not as bad as you seem

No Pairings: 

Being Will’s best friend and Adhemar insults you

Will Thatcher:

Idiots in Loves

Assassins Creed:

La Volpe:

Ezio winds up La Volpe

You’re in trouble

Big Hero 6:

Crossovers with Doctor Who:

Baymax travelling with 10

Deflated Baymax and 9

Braveheart:

Stephen:

Hamish’s little sister

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: 

All the Scoobies:

Getting Drunk

Giles:

Scaring Giles

No Pairing:

Spike’s Best Friend

Spike:

Little Marshmallows

Call of Duty:

No pairing:

TF141 Sniper

Criminal Minds:

Hotch:

Call of Duty

Stressful Day

Doctor Who:

9th Doctor:

Wedding Date

Hugs

10th Doctor:

Seeing you in a dress

12th Doctor:

Irish vs Scottish

Jealousy

Big Hero 6 Crossover:

Travelling with 10

Deflated Baymax with 9

Thick of It Crossover:

Jaime and 12

Downton Abbey:

Lord Grantham:

At Ease

Dragon Age:

Sebastian Vael:

To the rescue

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:

Newt Scamander:

Meeting Newt

Percival Graves:

Being Percival’s friend and Grindelwald’s niece

Firefly:

Jayne Cobb:

Talk to Me

Game of Thrones:

Beric Dondarrion:

Protecting You

Bronn of the Blackwater:

Chivalry

Daario Naharis:

Since Childhood

Protecting You

Daenerys Stormborn:

Bad Day

Jaime Lannister:

Captured by Robb

Smile

Jaqen H’ghara:

Can’t Let Go

Jon Snow:

Answering the Call

Ghost Listens

King’s Landing Attack

Jorah Mormont:

Protection

The Fighting Pits

Jory Cassel:

Lannister Guards

Lord of the Rings Crossover:

Aragorn threatens Joffrey

Aragorn fights Jaime

Eomer and Jaqen

Ned and Aragorn are friends

No Pairing:

Fishing with Tywin

Loras comes out to you

Loras defends your honour

Making Barristan and Jorah laugh

Ned’s sister

Protective Barristan

Robb’s gift

Robb’s younger sister

Tyrion’s drinking buddy

Your own direwolf

Oberyn Martell:

Defending your honour

Rickon Stark:

In Time

Robb Stark:

Being a Targaryen

Roose Bolton:

Speechless

Tywin Lannister:

Drunk Tywin

Soft Side

Grey’s Anatomy:

Mark Sloan:

Flirting fail

Harry Potter:

Alastair Moody:

Faces

Draco Malfoy:

Nice

See you again

George Weasley:

The Ball

Harry Potter:

Pumpkin Juice

Hermione Granger:

The Ball

James Potter:

Your Birthday

Minerva McGonagall:

Bludger

Pranks with Peeves

No Pairing:

Being a Slytherin

Dumbledore wins the bet

Dumbledore’s got style

New Years

Pranking the Marauders

Remus gives up on you and Sirius

Remus is a little shit

Reuniting with Sirius and Remus

Sirius loses a bet to McGonagall

The Marauders protecting you

Oliver Wood:

Shy

Remus Lupin:

Chocolate

Getting sassy with Sirius

Marauder’s Map

Stealing his chocolate

Sirius Black:

Confession

Pleading

Stealing your tea

Studying

Severus Snape:

Covering for you

Tom Marvolo Riddle:

Attack on Hogwarts

House MD:

Greg House:

In Love

No Pairing:

Being a Duckling

Break up, Cheer up

Wilson’s daughter

Justified:

Boyd Crowder:

Trust Me

Crush

Raylan Givens:

A date

Les Miserables:

Javert:

Ten Years

Laughing

Lord of the Rings:

Aragorn:

Rohan

Eomer:

Dance

Game of Thrones Crossover:

Aragorn threatens Joffrey

Aragorn fights Jaime

Eomer and Jaqen 

Ned and Aragorn are friends

Legolas:

First thing

No Pairing:

Lucifer:

Lucifer Morningstar:

Guard of Hell

Magnificent Seven:

Goodnight Robicheaux:

First time in 5 years

Marvel:

Clint Barton:

Last Arrow

No Pairing:

Steve instantly likes you but..

Taking sides in the Civil War

Pietro Maximoff:

Healing

Tony Stark:

Jealous

The Gala

Merlin:

Gwaine:

Tavern Brawl

No Pairing:

Merlin’s best friend

Midsomer Murders:

Ben Jones:

Showing off

No Pairing:

My Original Stories:

Gods of the Guardians:

Information about the Gods

Cetia:

Welcoming you home

Ecses:

Dragon Riding

Hirnas:

Loyalty

Iborh:

I Know

Kiro:

Meeting Kiro

Laoch:

King of the Gods

Lierr:

Anger

Martuc:

A Friend

Orion:

God of Love in love

Pydite:

Sarcasm

Rimos:

Earned

Sirius:

Shy

Tumenar:

Showing off

Outlander:

Dougal MacKenzie:

Listens to you

Phantom of the Opera:

Erik Destler:

Dancing with a Phantom

No Pairing:

Red Dead Redemption: 

Arthur Morgan:

Saving you

No Pairing:

Rookie Blue:

Nick Collins:

Andy’s best friend

No Pairing:

Oliver’s partner

Sharpe:

Arthur Wellesley:

Arthur finds out

Ben Perkins:

Daniel Hagman:

No Pairing:

Meeting Wellesley

Sharpe’s best friend

Patrick Harper:

Sharpe’s sibling

Richard Sharpe:

Sherlock:

Greg Lestrade:

A dress

Confessions

Press Conference

No Pairing:

A Holmes’ cousin

Studying

Sherlock Holmes:

Buckingham

The scarf

Sons of Anarchy:

Chibs Telford:

David Hale’s friend

No Pairing:

Chibs and Tig are children

Tig Trager:

Trouble

Spartacus:

Spartacus:

Smiling

No Pairing:

Star Trek:

No Pairing:

Picard hears a good idea

Star Wars: 

Lando Calrissian:

Han’s younger sibling

Suits: 

Crossover: 

Neal Caffrey’s sibling

Supernatural:

Balthazar:

Shower

Your Wings

Castiel:

Meeting

Gabriel:

Act Natural

Assumptions

Doctor

Wings

Lucifer:

Shy

No Pairing:

Balthazar’s friend

Teen Wolf:

Bobby Finstock:

Crush

Chris Argent:

Recovering

Derek Hale:

Derek’s crush

Protection

Deucalion:

For You

Hospital Visit

Isaac Lahey:

Anchor

Date

Return to Beacon Hills

No Pairing:

Free Period

Theo thinks you’re useless

Theo thinks you’re useless part 2

The wild hunt

Trust

Peter Hale:

Blue eyes

Favourite song

Pain

Stiles finds out

Stiles Stilinski:

Hugs

Nogitsune is worried

The Dollars Trilogy (Western):

Colonel Douglas Mortimer (For a Few Dollars More):

Startling

Joe (A Fistful of Dollars):

Trying to impress

The Flash:

Earth 2 Harrison Wells:

Like a fungus

No Pairing:

Noping out of the situation

The Hobbit:

Bard:

Teaching

Bofur:

Singing with Bofur

Dwalin:

Bilbo’s sister

No Pairing:

Thorin and Dwalin make an agreement

Thranduil:

First Sight

The Hunger Games:

Haymitch Abernathy:

The Peacekeepers

The Thick of It:

Crossover with Doctor Who:

Jaime travels with 12

Jaime McDonald:

Jaime acting odd

Malcolm Tucker:

Cake

Soft Spot

No Pairing:

Teasing the boyfriend

Teasing Malcolm

The Walking Dead:

Daryl Dixon:

Saving You

Shane Walsh:

Pulled over

Twilight:

Emmett Cullen:

Self-defense

Garrett:

Redcoats

Jacob Black:

Alpha

No Pairing:

White Collar:

Crossover: 

Neal Caffrey’s sibling

Drabbles:

Prompts:

Feel free to pick from these prompts if you’d like any drabbles and to give me a pairing

Romantic Prompts 1

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[villainrps]

Hi everyone! You may know me as NEETU/NAV/NINA/MINA/NIA, or just by my URL, @villainrps. I had the real displeasure of having to read some shit the last few days, and I’m here to tell you that I’m not happy about it, it wasn’t okay, and here’s why! I had someone who I had never spoken to before and who I, honestly, was not consciously following confront me and admit to having stalked me over a course of several years before finally coming forward and accusing me of plagiarism. This claim has no basis in reality or fact, which I told her to her face privately before she made the decision to block me before I could reply further. I feel no great shame or even hesitation mention this person’s name or URL as they’ve threatened to write a PSA about me for something I know I haven’t done, despite what an overinflated ego believes and might have you believe, so I thought I’d beat her to the punch and “expose” myself rather than give someone else the satisfaction. Read on below to find out all about this rather unpleasant encounter with Sarah, @marvolo ( previously @lilys and @aangs ).

As I’ve already said, I’ll begin with acknowledging that I was, apparently, at one time following Sarah. We never met or spoke, if we were ever in a roleplay together it’s not something I was aware of, and her most recent old URL wasn’t even one that I recognized. I believe that I began following her when she was @aangs, and I found her blog through a friend of mine ( @herorps ) who was likely following Sarah for her RP resources.

I also want to touch on the fact that Sarah states she has been playing the character in question -- a canon character, Lily Luna Potter -- since 2012. I have also been playing Lily Luna since 2012, and I’m sure there are a good number of other people who have been playing her for at least three years, if not the seven that Sarah and I both have. I also want to state that I have never seen Sarah’s portrayal of Lily Luna out in the wild, so to speak, at least to my own conscious knowledge as, despite the fact that she’s apparently been keeping tabs on me, I’ve not been keeping tabs on her. I want to make very clear that I have never plagiarised from anyone, for a number of reasons: a) it’s morally wrong, b) especially in the case of roleplay, it’s not a concept I could ever wrap my head around as writing someone else’s character in any capacity for any length of time isn’t sustainable, and c) I don’t need to. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m an incredibly confident person; I’m secure in my own abilities, I would and have never felt the need to bolster my own skills using the labor of someone else.

Before Sarah took the immense courtesy of very brusquely messaging me with this accusation herself, she decided to present a massive compilation of evidence to the admins of a group that I’m currently in, collected -- again, by her own admission -- over the course of several years without my knowledge of, to put it bluntly, any idea who she even was. You’ll find screenshots of all of these conversations below, but I just want to make it very clear before continuing that this kind of behavior is a plague in our community, and nothing ever makes it okay to literally stalk a complete stranger for years, not even taking into account how calmly and easily she admitted it to a third party, another stranger, as if it’s something rational and normal to do.

Now, regarding the things she’s accusing me of stealing from her portrayal of Lily Luna -- face claim, occupation, house, personality traits, and a few headcanons that I believe to be very generic not only for this specific character but just as far as headcanons go in general -- obviously, yes, I’m as a whole denying all of it. It’s just not true. You’re more than welcome to believe whatever you want about me, but I’m saying now, for the record, that this is not true, and what prompted me to write my own PSA is to call attention to this absolutely reprehensible behavior, as it was total bullshit to me, but also as I’ve heard in asking around that Sarah has a history of making these kinds of accusations against people.

Find first the screenshots of the Google Doc she sent to the admins of a group that I’m in; the Google Doc itself is now defunct, but the admins can attest that these screenshots are complete and unaltered. 

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You'll see on the first page, she admits to having stalked me for "many years," and also posts that her biography has gone through several changes over the years, as well as the fact that she has people who can vouch for her who have been in previous groups with her. I, also, have people who I've known since 2012 who can vouch for me. She also says on the second page that she softblocked me at some point, rather than saying absolutely anything about any of this, despite having kept tabs on me for years and having said or done God knows what to other people about a situation that I had no knowledge of. Also on the second page she vows to "hold [the admins] accountable for the irresponsible way they handled the situation," which apparently just means they read this massive document and decided they didn't agree with her, so obviously they're wrong and at fault here as well. I really have nothing to say about these biosheet/introduction comparisons. I've run the similarities by half a dozen people now, and none of us can see how they're "too similar to be a coincidence," as Sarah says to me later, in our conversation. These are all fairly generic traits and headcanons; talking about Gryffindor traits, about her canonical family, about a headcanon of not being able to cook?, and another that literally just describes some basic Gryffindor aesthetics that you can find right away in a five second Pinterest search. None of these are unique to either one of our portrayals. This is a canon character with an established fanon. I'm sure you could find at LEAST a dozen other people who play Lily as a headstrong Gryffindor who has Harry's eyes and is afraid of losing her family. Towards the end of all this, she also mentions two similar character URLs -- mine, daughterofheroes, isn't even something I came up with myself, it was given to me by a friend that used to play Lily Luna. Additionally, she mentions some similar tags that we both use; "out of the ashes" was based on a really specific RPG event from a group that I ran years ago, and I don't think that I have to say that "lionheart" is about as generic as it gets for a Gryffindor. Then, out of nowhere, she accuses me of changing my introduction for Lily for MinistryHQ, a group that I co-adminned and she apparently briefly thought about joining, to avoid "[being] caught in the act." Remember how she's said her Lily biography has gone through many changes over the years? Apparently, when she does it, it's natural evolution and it's valid, but when I do it, it's obviously because I'm a vicious sneak thief and I don't want anyone to notice. Which, if I didn't want her to "detect" me in my own group, would I not have simply... blocked her? Softblocked her like she did to me? ANYWAY. It then details her conversation with the admins of the group I'm in, where she accuses me of plagiarism to them, but asks that I not be told about them at all, which -- I don't know, maybe I'm being unreasonable, but that's incredibly insensitive to the admins and the position that’s putting them in ( hey, kick this person out but you're not allowed to tell them why! ), not to mention still being weirdly stealthy about stalking me for this long?? Not only accusing me of plagiarism to them, then, but completely reaching up your ass and deciding that the reason you've kept all this a secret is because you think I'm going to harass you?? So now I'm not only a thief, I'm a bully too?? And, again, WE HAVE NEVER SPOKEN. In my opinion, the admins are exactly on point, telling her that the only person doing the harassment is you -- I have no idea how this can be seen as anything but, deciding you don't want a total stranger to have access to your blog despite the fact you've NEVER allotted them the courtesy of knowing you have an issue with them to begin with, despite the fact that you're helping yourself to having kept tabs on them for a span of YEARS -- and saying, like what I've just said, that neither of our Lily portrayals are particularly unique. I'll own up to that lol. But Sarah's not quite ready to do that, as you'll see in this next set of screenshots.

Next you can find the screenshots of Sarah finally taking the time to message me about her perceived grievance with me, finally after being quite literally forced to after her encounter with the admins of the group I’m in. 

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A lot of the things I have to say I've already said directly to Sarah. Before I was blocked, that is. I'm a very-upfront person, and my tone in these IMs is not gonna be any different from my tone in this PSA lol. But let's still pick through for any important things. This is probably a little petty to point out, but I really need to mention that she says she's "[tried] to just let this go" and I really wanna ask you, reading this: does any of this so far seem like the actions or mental space of a person who's trying to let this go? Because that's not how it reads to me! But anyway, like I say to her, the tone of this message is incredibly abrasive; I don't think it's at all fair that she's been letting this anger and resentment stew for literal years, only to come at me with this message and act like she's tried to address it to me before and this is her last warning before putting me on blast as a last straw. Again, like I say to her, I just really think this whole accusation is incredibly ego-based coming from a place of thinking that she has a singular claim to what is just a very generic portrayal of this popular canon character, thinking that anyone who plays this character in a similar way to her must, logically, be copying her because there’s no other explanation for two similar ideas other than the fact that someone is jealous of her, etc. Much of this speaks for itself, but at the end of this conversation you can see us talking about the fact that the basis for my Lily Luna is a completely different canon character from an entirely different fandom. Even when I mention that and link her the application from four years ago, she still insists that that biography, now, was even plagiarized from her Lily Luna, despite how little sense that makes. If I wanted to rip someone's biography for Canon Character A, I would rip someone's biography that was also written for Canon Character A, not stumble upon a biography for a completely unrelated Canon Character B and copy that. This one in particular just really. Blows my mind. She ends the conversation by saying that it's "ridiculous" that I won't "cop" to something that I did not do; what I find ridiculous is that she's now had three people tell her her characterization just ain't that special and instead she's choosing to fall back on this narcissistic tirade that she's apparently been on against me for years without my knowledge. Well, you know what, Sarah? I had no reason to care about you then, and I still have no reason to care about you now. But you know what, honey? If this helps you sleep better at night, stalking and harassing random strangers on the internet to feed your ego, then you just go on believing that I’m the bad guy and everyone’s out to get you. Clearly that’s what you need to make it through the day, so who am I to take that away from you?

In conclusion, this whole thing really just caught me off guard rather than having the intimidating effect that was intended. I know I didn’t steal from anyone, which is why I feel comfortable enough posting all this, but I think that this has really gone on long enough and some people in this community really just need to be held accountable for getting off on shit like this. Some people here are too scared of confrontation to call shit like this out, but I’m not one of them. 

If you’ve read this far and your brain is still intact, congratulations! Because I was feeling really fried after experiencing all of this first hand. This is ridiculous, considering I thought we left this sort of rpc drama back in 2015. Also, for reference to these proofs that were collected by Sarah, please see below for most of the screenshots, as the google doc is not available to me any longer.

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#rpc #rp psa #psa #signal boost #rph

[ao3feed-tomarrymort]

by ChibiTsukiHikari

“Dawn, May 2nd of 1998. Tom Marvolo Riddle, otherly known as Lord Voldemort died, thus taking the other half of your soul with him.” Death droned out in a bored tone, “I do not make the rules, but the day he made you his Horcrux, soul-bound you as soulmates.”

Harry blinked once, then he blinked twice before he burst into a fit of roaring laughter that brought tears to his eyes. It took him a few minutes to calm himself, wiping his eyes of excess water he sobered and stared blankly at Death, “You mean to tell me, that goddamn Tom fucking Riddle jr. is my soulmate? The same mass-murdering sociopath, who attacked an infant over a shitty prophecy that a drunk off her ass on cooking sherry, Sybill Trelawney projectile vomited into Albus Dumbledore’s ear? The same idiot Dark lord of the century, Lord bloody Voldemort?”

Words: 1393, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Orion Black, Abraxas Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Armando Dippet

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

Additional Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, Time Travel, Personified Death Character, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Harry is a saucy little shit, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Torture, Psychological Torture, Suicidal Thoughts, Possessive Behavior, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Timeline What Timeline, Manipulative Tom Riddle, Eventual Top Tom Riddle, Eventual Bottom Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Baby Death Eaters - Freeform, Harry Potter is a Little Shit, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Horcrux are bad for you yo, Albus Dumbledore Being an Asshole, Harry is having none of his bias shit

#ao3feed #fanfiction #harry potter #tomarry #harrymort