~“ We Parselmouths Belong Together.”~

That horrifying moment when you realize that you aren't following that one person whose fics you've been reading for a whole bloody year on tumblr

new headcanon just dropped, tom prefers the middle seat on planes

HA

Its all about ethnic cleansing for them. They don't give a crap about if "Hamas" is destroyed. Their isnt any "victory" because theres. no war. ITS A GENOCIDE

The US is really telling Netanyahu he has “weeks, not months” to transition to lower intensity attacks on Gaza so there can be less civilian causalities and focus more on eliminating Hamas.

Also, today a rep from the White House said literally said: "It has to take as long as they feel they need to take to be able to eliminate this threat. But obviously, we all want it to be over as soon as possible."

Biden also still trying to send Israel $10 billion in military aid and today Netanyahu THANKED the US for their continuous support and said the war will go on until complete victory

It happens by chance, and while Harry wishes it hadn’t, this will at least clear up any lingering uncertainty for him.

There’s a skirmish between Harry and some friends from the Order and Voldemort and his Death Eaters, and a couple stray curses happen to catch him – one slices shallowly into his upper arm, the other sends him rolling across the ground. The upshot of this is that the left shoulder of Harry’s shirt is now in ribbons and hanging down around his waist, leaving his chest – and soul mark – bare to the world. Including Voldemort.

Who looks like he’s having one doozy of an emotion.

And that basically confirms the dark wizard hadn’t known, but right now Harry’s bleeding sluggishly and wants to go home and have a drink and pass out for at least a few hours, so Voldemort can rage on his own time. Everyone else from his side has already buggered off, so he’s not abandoning anyone if he does the same.

Unfortunately, the blood loss – while not severe – is enough to slow his reaction time, which leads to him apparating himself and the Dark Lord latched onto him to his flat. Not ideal.

There are a tense few moments of staring at the snake man, waiting to see if he’ll attack or start destroying Harry’s home, but when he doesn’t take advantage – when he just stares and frowns and stares some more – Harry decides he’s too tired for this shit.

“You are just impossible to ward out, aren’t you?” he sighs. The curse of being so physically and magically intertwined with the other man. (Well. And at the soul level, too, but he tries not to think of that.)

Voldemort yanks him by his uninjured arm towards the kitchen light that comes on automatically and stares at Harry’s chest, and the elegantly written Tom Marvolo Riddle thereupon.

Harry scowls when the staring drags on. “Oi, could you quit perving on me and piss off already?”

“You were never going to tell me?” Voldemort demands, ignoring Harry’s half-arsed attempt at distraction.

“Of course not,” he scoffs. “Why the Hel would I? Either you already knew and it didn’t matter to you, or you didn’t – and I wasn’t about to risk baring my soul to someone who has a history of wanting me dead.” He shrugs. “I’m reckless, not suicidal.”

Voldemort opens his mouth with an angrily indignant look, and Harry looks to the ceiling for patience before pulling out of the other man’s grip and opening his emergency bottle of firewhiskey, hidden in the pantry, because this conversation needs alcohol. He pours two glasses (his to the brim) because he tries to be a good host, even to the bane of his existence. And if Voldemort doesn’t want it, well, it’ll save Harry getting the bottle out again.

All throughout this, Voldemort is ranting at him. Harry tunes most of it out – he’s had to hear enough of the man’s monologues to know he doesn’t need to listen to the preamble; the meat of his diatribe won’t come until a couple minutes in, at least.

After he casts a quick episkey on the cut on his arm, Harry leans against the counter, watching Voldemort pace around his modest kitchen. He takes a long, slow drink, welcoming the fire flowing down his throat and warming his belly. And either the other man is taking even longer than usual to get to the point or Harry’s more exhausted and irritable than he’d thought, because he’s suddenly completely out of patience with this situation.

He cuts in boredly, “It’s not like it changes anything. It doesn’t matter.”

Voldemort is immediately before him, looming and enraged. “It matters to me!”

“Why?”

“I’ve waited decades for you,” he says vehemently, leaning closer in an attempt to physically intimidate or pin Harry in place.

Harry barks a harsh laugh. “You waited for a fantasy. You’ve spent my whole life killing and hurting the people most important to me. Some silly mark doesn’t change that – it doesn’t make it better, it won’t make me love you.” He takes a sip and rasps through the burn. “It won’t change who you are.”

“I never received a mark–”

“And that’s unfortunate. Clearly it affected you. But plenty of people don’t get soul marks and they don’t commit mass murder and incite civil wars.” He gives Voldemort a dismissive look, standing up straight and slipping out from between the dark wizard and the counter. He can almost hear the other man grinding his teeth. 

“You have no idea what it’s like, not having a mark,” Voldemort hisses caustically, face contorted in a furious snarl. “The contempt, the ridicule I had to endure. I was denied one of Magic's basic gifts and they took it as proof they were better than me, those worthless fools.”

It’s difficult to know how he would’ve reacted to not having a mark. His burden has been to have the mark of the worst possible person, and he thinks he’s handled it far better than anyone could’ve expected of him. Having no mark would’ve confirmed that he’s meant to be alone, that there’s no one out there meant just for him, but having Voldemort’s mark as Harry Potter essentially means the same thing.

“Maybe you mutilated your soul too much to deserve a mark,” Harry says in a fit of cruelty. Behind the wrath crackling in the other man’s eyes, he can see the misery bloom. As good as it feels to score a hit against Voldemort, he regrets it even more. And isn’t that the exact reason why this damn war has dragged on for so long?

(Harry pushes that thought away wearily.)

“You had choices, Voldemort, and you made yours,” he says quietly but firmly. “I’m making mine, and it’s that I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“This is not a unilateral decision,” Voldemort says, the frustration in his tone edging close to desperation. “Do my wants mean nothing?”

"Your wants." Harry slams his almost empty glass down on the table; his voice comes out dangerously even. “Alright then. Can you bring my parents back to life? No? How about Cedric, or Sirius, or any of the dozens of others whose lives you’ve cut short?”

Voldemort’s mouth is pinched shut, a thunderous frown on his face.

“Hel, let’s start small. Stop this war, swear to never harm another person and get your followers to do the same. You want me to care about what you want? Start by addressing all of that.”

“You ask this of me and promise nothing in return?” Voldemort says bitterly.

“That’s the bare minimum it would take for me to see you as anything more than a murderous, blood-supremacist monster. And I honestly don’t think you can do it, but feel free to prove me wrong.”

That puts an unsettling gleam in the other man’s eyes. Harry thinks back on what he might’ve said to cause that reaction and feels his stomach drop. Oh bother. He’d challenged Voldemort. Harry knows exactly how he'd react to someone saying that; apparently Voldemort is equally competitive (and motivated by spite – he should’ve guessed that).

“...If I am able to–”

“You won’t–”

“When I fulfill your requirements,” Voldemort arrogantly says, face intense. “You and I will explore our connection, and you will meet with me frequently to do so.”

And now Harry is in a quandary. If Voldemort does what he’s been asked, Harry will have achieved what he’s been fighting for all six years of his adult life; if Voldemort doesn’t, Harry’s no worse off than he was before. And he knows the dark wizard won’t give up his cause simply because his soulmate asked, but if Voldemort does…

“You do realise that your soulmate is me, yeah?” Harry clarifies, unnerved by the shift in the other man's demeanour. “You don’t like me. At all.”

“Nonsense,” Voldemort says, waving off Harry’s really very logical point. “We simply haven’t had a chance to become properly acquainted.”

“...Because you’re always trying to kill me.”

“Details, details.” 

Harry would very much like to strangle the megalomaniac who is still in his apartment. “...Uh-huh. Sure, you become a completely different person and we’ll talk.”

He sometimes forgets that magic occasionally disregards sarcasm. This appears to be one of those times, as the heaviness in the air snaps tight around them, signifying Harry’s flippant “sure” just turned this discussion into a magically binding agreement. Merlin’s pierced nipples. So much for intent over phrasing.

Catching sight of Voldemort’s smug smirk, Harry suddenly feels genuinely homicidal for the first time in his life. Sensing his non-existent welcome is well and truly worn out, Voldemort says, “I look forward to it,” and apparates away. Harry pitches a cushion through the space the dark wizard just occupied. It helps settle his irritation a little.

He drops onto his couch with a deep, bone-tired sigh and tosses back Voldemort’s untouched glass of firewhiskey. 

He wonders if he’ll feel disappointed or relieved when Voldemort realises he’d rather keep trying to subjugate Magical Britain than have Harry as his soulmate.

Three days later, the war ends.

HOLY CRAP THIS IS AMAZING

Second version of sculpture Harry done! This time, inspired by the Gorgon creature :D

Harry: I’m going to need a human skull, and you can’t ask why.

Tom: Only if you also don’t ask why. *pulls out four pristine human skulls from his bag*

Harry:

Tom:

Harry: This one will do.

THIS IS SO FRICKING AMAZING

Lord Voldemort takes good care of his...😄💦

By the way, I love that tropes Voldemort appears at the Privet Drive. It feels like something surreal invades the normal life🥰

More Tomarry doodles 😌✨️💚❤️

Au where Harry is constantly struggling bc of Tom's good looks and gestures of affection. He totally has a crush but really REALLY doesn't know how to deal with it.

He's seen either frowning or looking constipated whenever he's by Tom's side and people naturally mistake it as distate/hatred (which technically wouldn't have been wrong back in his old timeline).

In reality, Harry is so down bad for his past nemesis that he's always close to hyperventilating at the proximity between them. With Tom manoeuvring situations behind the scenes so that they can constantly be near each other/are partners in every class they're in, Harry has no chance to relax his heart at all and thus, suffers. It just so happens that his face, misleadingly, reflects that pain. Lmao.

-end (tbc?)

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Probably my last doodle (of them?) for awhile bc I really need to finish my other wips and I have an upcoming bday project to work on hhhh. Like I'll still make time for them but right now? it's a challenge. /n

Tom had a theory that Harry was secretly a parselmouth, even though Nagini denied it.

How else would he get along with Tom’s familiar better than Tom himself?

Another little pic for "can't stop confessing".

I adore Nagini (the great magical snake, not the maledictus fuckery) and my fanon is that she'd be absolutely thrilled for her Tom to snag himself such a powerful, warm and cute sspeaker ❤️

Fic recs <3

Apologies... this is about a month and a half late (and tumblr won't let me reply to the asks directly or add links 🙃) but here is my list of tomarry/harrymort fic recs! It's quite long so click to read >>

As a general rule: Tomarry fics in blue, Harrymort fics in red. I don't remember all these fics and some are hard to classify so.... some may be wrong

anyway, enjoy x

Authors that you should read:

ObsidianPen; No Glory, Mine/Hauntingly, Blood and Gold (for Tomione fans)

Child_OTKW; Consuming Shadows, you belong to me (i belong to you) (and check out their tumblr too)

Slexenskee; crawlersout (femHarry), yebisu, Cheap (Bad) Dance Moves, grandloves (this could be) (femHarry) and more!

MaidenMotherCrone; Diagnosis, euphoria, political animals, how large the teeth, The Fairest Saga and more!

MayMarlow; The Train to Nowhere, If Them's the Rules and more!

Lomonareen; His Darkest Devotion, His Twenty-Eighth Life, Genius by the Numbers and many more!

Paimpont; To Kill You With a Kiss, To the Waters and the Wild (as far as I remember hasn't got to the ship part yet but I love it so read it) and more!

The_Carnivorous_Muffin; When Harry Met Tom (femHarry), Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus (femHarry), October, The Unwinding Golden Thread and more!

Maeglin-Yedi; The Darkening of Your Soul, The Necromancer, To Live Is The Rarest Thing, Between Thought and Reality and more!

asterisms; Let's talk sugar, Hands up, it's a hold up, a boy so pretty (such a pity), tempor · al | ary, (i wanna) cut to the feeling and more!

NeuroWriter14; For Your Entertainment, Do Not Go Quietly into That Good Night, But I Can Break You and more!

RenderedReversed; The Game, Invisible Man, Seventeen Years and more!

TreacleTeacups; The Untouchable, Byzantium (femHarry), Last Son of Black and more!

DreamerMichiyo; Guardian Angel, The Call of A Vampire, Offer of Immortality and more!

wynnebat; The Hell Is Your Son and Other Stories series, Snake Shop, The Emperor and the Star and more!

Athy; my first real introduction to this pairing years and years ago from these fics Again and Again, Meddling of a Mischief Maker, Rebirth

More Tomarry Fics

Wear Me Like A Locket Around Your Throat by VivyPotter

Why Hari curses the Black Ancestral Home by 1000percentDoneWithThisShist (femHarry)

Hem of Your Garment by adVENTitiious, Cathartic

The Impossibility of Parallels by Angel_of_Mysteries

The Dark Lord Inside by Melodramaticx

The Magicweaver by Anonymous

Before the Storm by Ars_Matron

Field Theory by machiavelli

Blurring Reality by Terrific Lunacy

When in Rome: The Duology series by XblackcatwidowX

The Incantation of the Oak-Priest by relic_crown

It's A Masquerade, Darling by ChubbyPanda15

How to prevent a War by CrazyJanaCat

she walks in beauty series by mayfriend

The Portrait by DariaSilver

The Divine Right of Kings series by darklordtomarry (alarminghella)

What Souls Are Made Of by Emeralds_and_Lilies

Words Fail by NeaMarika

Animus, Anima: English version by Maiathoustra

I must be your favourite, right? by FlyingLizards

Trapezing Through Time by lothtor

Rewritten by goodmorninglove

To Be Set Free by Merrinpippy

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by ToAStranger

The Spellmaker by SonnyGietzel

A Memory of Shadow by Insidious1604

The Problem With Soulmarks Is by LadyAramisGrey

Stab Right Through by The_wig_is_a_metaphor

The Shrike (to your sharp and glorious thorn) by PaperWorlds

The Sun by clammyhands

Fire Born by wickedlfairy17 (femHarry)

More Harrymort Fics

Mi Aedijekit by local_doom_void

End Without Sorrow by Aerlinnn

Children of the Revolution by AlexisVV

The Historical Importance of Runic War Warding in the British Isles by samvelg (femHarry)

Rebuilt by Terrific Lunacy

In Somno Veritas by ansketil, ladyoflilacs

Your Name on My Heart by whitedandelions

Love in the Dark by ShoulderTallAbyss

draw me after you (let us run) by ToAStranger

The only sound is the overflow by Cartonsofcartoons

for love is always with you by cordeliawrites (femHarry)

The Wand Chooses by DreamerEye

Fault Lines by SofiaBane

The Emerald Connection by TheLastNero

Flight by Miraculous, RedHorse

Appetence by elysian_drops (femHarry)

A Snake Named Voldemort by orphan_account

Resurrect The Living by fascinationex

The Devil's Tithe by Shihane

Death is but the Next Great Adventure by TheObsidianQuill

The Consequences of A Binding Ritual by teecup_angel

harry.exe has stopped working by inksmachine

In Death, Standby by Sophisme

Hidden in Plain Sight by Shadow Riser

The Art of Hidden Personas by whitedwarf

*BONUS* Fics that I live/laugh/love with emphasis on the laugh

Harry Potter and the Greatest Show by shadowscribe

Kudosed, Bookmarked, Subscribed by maquira

Full circle by tetsurashian

Heir Apparent by MonsieurClavier

Dark Livestream by Anna_Hopkins

Ribbon Tied Right by Snowy_Rain

A Dead Man's Guide to Reliving Your Youth series by Spork_in_the_Road

The Definition of Insanity by Anacharis

Foolish behavior by Anonymous

Eternal Hilarity by Luxis

Shorter Fics (<25,000 words)

Sound The Death Knell by Tsume_Yuki (femHarry)

dead before midnight by maquira

Burnt Ice Cream by Rhodium

Don't Fuck With Florists (They'll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow

Saved by Hufflepuff Friendship by whitedandelions

Relativity. by Ideasofmarch

Opia by Acnara

And six seconds by Acnara

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by Watermelonsmellinfellon

Aconitum by VivyPotter

But For You, I Did by duplicity

Nemo by Phnx

The Rigmarole Dance by cannibalinc

I haven't actively searched for tomarry/harrymort fics over the last year, so if you know of some newer ones then please rec them in the replies! And any others that you think need to be read ~

(authors, lmk if you want me to remove your fics of this list)