#alphard black/tom riddle

[iamnmbr3]

Alphard: It's so hard when you meet a man, fall in love with him and then--

Sirius: He marries the girl he's been pining for and you're happy for him but inside your heart is breaking and then before you've recovered from that he dies tragically. I know.

Alphard: I was going to say 'and then he becomes a formless wraith somewhere in Albania' but ok.

Sirius: What?

[strangeharbor]

rare meme breaching discord containment for @therealvinelle

(marvolard sounds like something you have on the edge of your dinner plate and refuse to eat)

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I know that it's often driven by his jealousy or very suspicious circumstances, but it's so funny to me that across the stories Alphard is so quick(?) to be like "those two are fucking, aren't they?" E.g. Tom/Bellatrix, Tom/Death Eaters, Tom/whoever was on the Knight Bus, Tom/Minerva, and Albus/Minerva

Perhaps his obsessive reading of the trashy romance novels is affecting him

It's deeply funny to me and @therealvinelle as well.

Though it's less the trashy novels and more of a deep insecurity over his relationship that Tom has not helped in any way shape or form and indeed has deliberately made less certain for his own purposes.

Though I tend to give him some slack in that a lot of these things do look really really bad. Leaving because "Bella is calling" at three a.m., after years of hearing Bellatrix talk about the Dark Lord and clearly wanting to sleep with the man, and realizing all these other Death Eaters are the exact same...

I can't blame the guy for wondering.

[therealvinelle]

Horrible options only.

[soup-of-the-daisies]

time travelling harry being slightly fond of orion black because he looks and sounds so much like sirius, but soon realising he’s actually unbearingly and unbelievably fond of orion himself… orion being baffled, suspicious and quite flattered that someone likes him for him, not just for his last name or status as heir, and promptly deciding he’d die for harry… tom seething with jealousy watching them hang out and being generally attached the hip, knowing he can’t kill orion because 1) harry would NEVER forgive him or talk to him again, and 2) it’d be a shame to alienate the ancient and most noble house of black by getting rid of their heir

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

UDLTTOM DIALOGUE DRAFT #47

*Harry staring at notice board in Slytherin common room*

Alphard Black: Hey Evans, what are you doing?

Harry: Professor Slughorn tells me I need to join a club—

Alphard: Oh? Have you thought about the Dueling club—

Harry: No. Hard pass.

Alphard: Why? You’re really good at—

Harry: Just because I’m good at something doesn’t mean I enjoy it. Besides that would be too much work. I’m looking for something that requires minimal effort. There’s not a club dedicated to napping is there?

Alphard: If there was Mulciber would be captain. But if you’re looking for minimal effort, Eileen Prince has a gobstones club that’s popular with the first and second years. You gotta make her think you’re serious about it though, cause if she thinks you’re teasing she won’t let you join.

Harry: Noted. Thanks, Black.

———-One Hour Later——

Tom: …gobstones? Gobstones?! He refuses my offers to join the Knights, but he’ll play gobstones with a bunch of eleven-year-olds?!

Alphard: Hey don’t curse the messenger—

Tom: Ridiculous!

Alyxander Mulciber: A napping club sounds like a good idea, do you think we could get a faculty advisor to sign off on it?

Lyra Burke: Professor Trelawny might do it if we lie and say it’s a astral projection club.

Ignotus Avery: If you guys get it approved, I’ll join up too. Could use a little nap with all this homework our professors keep piling on—

Tom: None of you are forming a napping club. You have too much work to do—

Lyra: If we form it Evans might join and that’ll give us a chance to gather more information on him…

Tom: There are better ways of gathering information, Burke.

Lyra: Maybe. But those other way are not as relaxing.

Tom: You’re not supposed to be relaxing!

Alyxander (whispering to Avery): I think he could use a nap.

Ignotus: …yeah, no kidding.

[softestaries]

The idea of Alphard Black silently judging all of Tom Riddle's potential villain names while sat next to him in 6th year transfiguration class brings me too much joy. Just image the BOMBASTIC side-eye he'd give when Tom settles on 'I am Lord Voldemort'.

[hxuse-xf-black]

Regulus, about Voldemort:

Narcissa dealing with Bellatrix & Regulus:

Sirius:

Narcissa about Death Eater bullshit, circa 1994:

Alphard to Sirius & Andromeda about blood supremacy:

Tonks upon finding a cool shirt:

Regulus, looking Evan dead in the eyes:

[lixzey]

girl if you don't write that anastasia au i will riot !!

(with love and admiration bc you're an amazing writer and i appreciate everything you do 💞✨🥺)

once upon a december

Ten years after the fall of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, rumors began to spread that youngest Black daughter could still be alive.

When Astra turns eighteen and is free from the orphanage she grew up in, she sets out to do the only thing she can remember from her past: make her way to Paris.

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black anastasia au

y/n astra black x james potter

@helens3amstuff @gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @lovemelikecrazyiloveyoucrazy @tchalamss @ashlynnmalfoy @crazycat-ladys-blog @michakune @mxltifxnd0m @spencerr3idd @dangelnleif @sthkate @ferrjulie @imnotoverlyobsessive @mel-vaz @elsagreeer @lovely-mary @meowmeowmau @bobthe-turmpetman29 @saintcosette @ashisabitgay @ladyladybuggg @nyrasunderwrld @lizzxoxo @remussbitch @jadahxx @starrystormwritings @ell0ra-br3kk3r @dreary-salem @drewsandsebastianswife @greenapplegrass @lilianelena39 @danni-phant0m @haybellewrites @cloudlst @si4a @ev3ningrain @ttulipwritezz @lilmaymayy @bullets-from-another-dimension @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader @reg-arcturus-black @abruuinlove @marina468 @3stelar @timhalamet @st4rf00k3r @idli-dosa @jimins15thhair @blacksgarden

[disacurveball]

their dynamic is so bad yet so deeply funny.

[morsmordream]

a list of knights of walpurgis era hogwarts characters (some OC, some not) part one

(picrew by caramael)

this is, basically, the characters i will use in 1940s era hogwarts fics, headcanons, etc!

tom riddle (fifth year)

abraxas malfoy (fifth year)

orion black (fifth year)

lucretia black (sixth year)

walburga black (seventh year)

alphard black (fourth year)

cygnus black (third year)

harrison peverell (fifth year)

felix rosier (fifth year)

druella rosier (fifth year)

[iamnmbr3]

Lucius: I have the closest relationship with the Dark Lord because I use my wealth and influence to support his efforts.

Regulus: I have press clippings about him decorating my room so I can think of him every day.

Bellatrix: I have his Mark branded on my arm and have sworn my life to his cause.

Walburga: I've supported my favorite child's ambition to join his Death Eaters.

Sirius: Ugh. This dinner couldn’t get worse.

Bellatrix: What about you, Uncle?

Alphard: I don’t kiss and tell.

Sirius: O_O I was wrong. It got worse.

[momo-t-daye]

Hogwarts WW2 Gen thoughts

A few thoughts/headcanons that have been bopping about the inside of my skull like one of those old screensavers. Mostly about Eileen Prince, percolated after seeing this piece by @sneverussape and tracking down this post by @sneverussape and @owlzerness

(1)

Eileen was not the name her parents gave her

Eileen was the name used by her great-great-great aunt (or perhaps the terrible old lady was a cousin removed several times and ranked somewhere far from first, but the old woman insisted on “Aunt” as an honorific and the girl who wasn’t supposed to be Ileana anymore complied)

Her parents sent her away to England when she was seven.

They’d said there was a bad wizard, practically a monster, and that she would be safe in England. They couldn’t go with her, there was some complicated problem with past alliances and allegiances and pacts and family ties and protecting the dragons from Grindelwald and it would be dishonorable for them to flee to safety.  But they could send her away.  No one could blame them for sending her away.

They sent her away to England and told her there would be no bad wizards, no monsters with the face of a man, there. Hogwarts, they said, could provide a mostly acceptable education.

Aunt Agatha was not “a bad wizard” but she certainly wasn’t good. The old woman was a veritable hermit, shut-up in her sprawling, dusty, dilapidated house; bitterly parting with trinkets from her hoard to afford her daily bread and ruminating over her every misfortune.

Agatha Prince had no money, at least, no money she would deign to spend raising some child of distant relatives.  She blamed her long-dead squib brother’s existence for her failure to secure a wealthy spouse and the life of leisure she deserved.  Aunt Agatha often raged that neither the main branch of the Prince family nor the French line had the decency to provide for a poor spinster relation.

It offended Agatha’s every sensibility that the Prince family fortune should remain with little Gloriana, the last of the main branch in England, and then go to her daughter Augusta who wasn’t even born a Prince.  Surely Agatha, as the eldest living Prince, should have control of the vault.  Surely Agatha, as the eldest living Prince, should not be left destitute.  Why, she’d sold the House Elf long ago, tearing out the very soul of her childhood home in the process.  She needed her uncle’s gold if she was ever to leave the husk she’d made of her house.

Beneath Agatha Prince’s thumb was a not a very nice place for a child to grow up.

Eileen-no-longer-Ileana Prince personally would’ve preferred the distant terror of (and eventually death by-) Grindelwald and his forces over her life in the stranglehold of Aunt Agatha’s petty tyranny.

(2)

Ileana learned the English she needed to become Eileen by eavesdropping on muggle radio broadcasts. 

Mimicking the radio voice was easier than trying to talk to one of the muggles in the village that still anchored Agatha’s home. Ileana, like her mother, had been born with her mind too open and external thoughts were always trying to get in through her eyes.

Aunt Agatha wasn’t interested in conversation. She told Eileen what chores to do (the chores a House Elf would’ve completed in a twinkle, had Agatha not been so foolish as to sell off her estate’s genius loci manifested) or she criticized Ileana for not being a sufficiently obedient Eileen.

Aunt Agatha demanded eye contact when it was time for a berating and Ileana-Eileen often went to bed with her head achingly full of Agatha Prince’s cruelest thoughts.

The radio was nice.

The radio didn’t have eyes.

(3)

Eileen Prince was sorted  into Slytherin much to Aunt Agatha’s disgust.

Agatha assigned a malign influence to the Carpathians to explain why Eileen, unlike every properly English Prince, had fallen into Slytherin instead of rising up to one of the two tower Houses.  It was then that Agatha realized how wise and right and justified she had been to refrain from offering any form of affection to the girl— for it was quite true that a serpent’s tooth was not as sharp as a thankless child.

(Long ago, Phineas Nigellus Black, by then engaged to Ursula Flint, had coldly rebuffed Agatha Prince’s attempts to secure his invitation to dance.  She had nursed that grudge with more tenderness than she would ever show to a child in her care).

(4)

Gloriana Prince’s daughter Augusta, two years older than Eileen, was deeply suspicious of the girl claiming to be some third-cousin or something from the eastern branch of the Prince family.  Augusta had met her Prince cousins from the French line, and Eileen didn’t look a thing like them (Augusta did not acknowledge just how much she looked like Eileen).

Eileen, very sensitive as she was, picked up on Augusta’s opinions before they were voiced and made a point of avoiding her cousin. It was easy enough, the Gryffindor tower was far from the Slytherin dungeon and there were only a few Inter-House clubs that might’ve encouraged students to mingle.

(5)

Abraxas Malfoy, prefect and co-captain of the Hogwarts Inter-House Gobstones Club with his Gryffindor friend Septimius, tended to come off as a bit of a pompous twit.  But even if he was a pompous twit, he was a pompous twit that made a point of looking out for the awkward outsiders and the shy children and the students without the support system of a well-established family name. Maybe it was a Machiavellian move, collecting the lonely and obtaining their loyalty for the low price of a bit of attentiveness, but if that were truly the case then surely he should’ve aimed for a higher goal than the perpetuation of the school Gobstones Club.

Tom Riddle politely scorned Abraxas’ attempts at protection and informal adoption via enrollment in the Gobstones Club (Tom could appreciate the aesthetics of chess even if he didn’t like it when the pieces expressed their opinions but Gobstones were frankly disgusting) and so Abraxas Malfoy subsequently lost interest in the younger boy.

When Eileen Prince started school in the following year, Septimius was quick to spot the girl’s potential and Abraxas immediately designated her as his protégé and eventual successor.

This rather irked Walburga Black, who had already decided that Eileen Prince would attend on her in return for guidance and advice and an eventual introduction to polite society.  Walburga made rather a habit of complaining to her cousin Cedrella, Abraxas’ fiancée by family agreement and arrangements, about Eileen’s involvement in the Gobstones Club.

(6)

Eileen was impressed by Abraxas Malfoy’s enthusiasm about Gobstones and the unifying power of an Inter-House Club.

Eileen, who hadn’t played any games since she’d been sent to England, appreciated Abraxas Malfoy for teaching her how to play Gobstones.

Eileen was damn near preternaturally good at Gobstones.

Eileen rather enjoyed Gobstones.

She particularly liked the fact that she wasn’t expected or required to make eye contact with anyone else during a game.

Later on, Eileen would wonder if she should’ve said anything the day she walked into the club room and saw Cedrella in Septimius Weasley’s embrace.  At the time, she’d mostly worried that speaking up might ruin the fun times in the Gobstones Club and was glad she’d managed to slip back out of the room unnoticed.

(7)

The story went that Cygnus and Walburga Black had come out of the womb each with their little hands around the other’s throat (Eileen believed it and privately wished that the unborn Walburga had had the sense to have used Cygnus’ umbilical cord as a garrote instead).  Poor Professor Slughorn had been forced to name them both prefect to avoid granting either one power over the other and so suffered through their sly squabbling at every weekly meeting.

The only thing those siblings could share without complaint was a deep and abiding disdain for their little brother Alphard.

Alphard, for his part, meandered through life with a wistful and vague expression on his face and would prefer to take a twenty-mile detour of avoidance rather than go through half a foot of confrontation or conflict.

Walburga compared him, most unfavorably, to a spineless and brainless jellyfish.  Cygnus, less poetically inclined, mostly berated Alphard for failing to live up the standard required for a member of the House of Black.

No one was terribly surprised when old Sluggy passed Alphard by and handed the prefect badge to the half-blood Tom Riddle.

(8)

Abraxas was delighted, no, really, delighted, that Eileen recruited Alphard Black for the Gobstones Club (recruited was a bit of an exaggeration, it had been more of a gentle buffeting in the general direction of the club room and holding the door open while the older boy drifted in).

It showed initiative, it showed that she was absolutely prime material for future Captain of the Gobstones Club.

He was so proud.

Walburga and Cygnus would probably appreciate any efforts made at giving Alphard some direction, something to do with his life.

Alphard, for his part, was absolutely terrible at Gobstones.

(9)

As one of her first acts as Captain of the Gobstones Club, an awkward attempt at emulating the graduated Abraxas’ accepting attitude, Eileen offered to teach one of the younger boys in her house how to play the game.

Rubeus Hagrid was massive, even at age 13.

With his impressive bulk he should’ve chosen to be a brute or a bully; it would’ve made his life so much easier if he could claim that he’d meant to break things and to step on the smaller students.  Unfortunately, he had too much of a soft heart to ever intend to hurt anyone and a soft heart paired with an over-sized body had, thus, landed him firmly in the despised category of “clumsy oaf”.

Eileen didn’t mind Rubeus Hagrid too much, he was so tall it was hard to make accidental eye contact and he was always willing to help set up the club room and clean up afterwards.

Hagrid, unfortunately, was even worse than Alphard at Gobstones.

(10)

When the Daily Prophet printed a birth announcement for an Ignacio Weasley, it filled Eileen with such pity and she considered writing to her Gobstones mentor.

She wasn’t very good with kind words, she’d rather lacked in an early role model, and she wondered if Abraxas would even accept or appreciate her condolences.

Septimius Weasley’s reputation was quite tarnished and his vault was swiftly drained in an effort to make reparations to his new wife’s family. Cedrella Black was, of course, soon disowned for her breach of promise (after all, her prerogative could not override a contract made by the head of her family house).

The Transfiguration Professor, Head of Gryffindor and immensely biased in Septimius’ favor, said sad things about the difficult course of true love and Eileen loathed him for the twinkle in his eye and his willingness to overlook the double betrayal Abraxas had suffered.  Professor Dumbledore’s class gave her a regular headache, even if she looked at his stupid, garish, ugly robes instead of meeting his too blue gaze.  It was easy enough for her to hate the professor and his class.

Tom Riddle found the Malfoy-Weasley love-tangle situation immensely funny, and, because Tom Riddle thought Abraxas’ heartbreak and misfortune was a bit of a joke, Rosier and Mulciber and Avery and Nott and Lestrange all treated the situation as a great laugh.

Love, Riddle maintained, was a puerile waste of time and an unacceptably idiotic vulnerability.

Love, agreed Rosier and Mulciber and Avery and Nott and Lestrange, was for the losers of this world.

Alphard Black, who was quite fond of his cousin Cedrella (particularly when compared to his feelings for his siblings) and had some tepidly positive thoughts in Abraxas’ direction, tended to drift out of his dormitory at these times.  He challenged Eileen Prince to quite a few games of Gobstones and lost, pathetically, every time. (He didn't mind, because there was very little he allowed himself to mind, and he was almost willing to admit to himself that he liked watching Eileen win).

Eileen put off writing to Abraxas, letting her doubts delay her day after day and week after week.

Then there was that business with the Chamber of Secrets opening, and Eileen was quite distracted and forgot all about writing to comfort and support Abraxas Malfoy.

(11)

Her parents had promised there would be no bad wizards, no monsters wearing a human face, in England.

They were wrong.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I really liked the scene in which Alphard gets into muggle clothes, and looks at himself in the mirror, comparing himself with Tom. It feels a lot like the Prince and the Pauper, but only on Alphard's head. Like, the idea of himself not being a Pureblood, or worse, not being a wizard at all, seems a rather close thread of thought he could have easily reached. And I know he would be horrified and, to his horror, intrigued by.

It all comes together when he compares himself with Tom. Because Tom is beautiful, is talented, is everything a wizard should be except for the fact he is muggleborn. And, for a moment, Alphard thought, or almost thought, about what it could be if they exchanged places. And he knows he would be even more invisible and plain than he already sees himself.

And Tom seems excited by the idea of Alphard dressed as a muggle. Aroused too. And a perverse part of me wonders, I must admit, if this whole line of reflections could end up as them role-playing. One in which Alphard is muggleborn or a muggle (since, after all, he already is acting as muggle when he becomes Tom's fiancée), and Tom as a Pureblood. On the other hand, Tom in your fics seems too socially conscious and resentful to actually want to be a Pureblood, other than because of the privilege and power it may give.

I think a lot about those two. Alphard somehow became one of my favorite characters in HP, and he is barely even mentioned in canon. I really love what you (as in you and Vinelle) created when writing him.

Amulette d'Amour by me and @therealvinelle

Ooooh, thank you, anon! Look, @therealvinelle, praise!

I'm deeply flattered, anon, very deeply flattered, your thoughts are beautiful, and I love every word of this, but I'm also laughing because "I think a lot about those two" and this chapter you're describing came out yesterday.

Yesterday.

(And Tom is both very socially conscious and resentful and, at this age especially, he uh... would be very conscious period of any kind of 'I'm a bad bad Pureblood prince and you're my naughty Muggle sex serf' routine.

The man may want to be a pretend Dark Lord, a very serious occupation he assures you, but notice that his pretend Dark Lord was not going to form himself a pretend harem or build a pretend sexual dungeon.

And yes, this is where Tom's head immediately go if suggested any kind of 'role play' even though he and Alphard could role play anything they want or do what they're already doing where they entertain little old ladies in costumes at dinner parties and pretend they're getting married.

Tom would die, just die, if Alphard accused him of wanting this,

"It's not like that, I swear, I really am just a bad bad man.")

[therealvinelle]

For the sake of doing this properly

People, submit your shipname for Tom Riddle/Alphard Black, and we'll put the worst ones up for a poll.

So far we have:

Tard

Volphard

Tomalphort

Talphie

Talphard

Alphom

Alphardemort

(Four latter suggestions courtesy of this post by @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta)

Do your worst. (And be creative! Don't limit yourself to name maships! When I say do your worst, I mean it.)

[the-doxies]

I made Picrews of The Doxies! (caramael’s character creator)

Abraxas Malfoy

Alphard Black

Barty Crouch SR.

Claude Rosier

Cygnus Black

Druella Rosier

Eileen Prince

Euphemia Prewett

Fleamont Potter

Ignatios Prewett

Lyall Lupin

Minerva McGonagall

Orion Black

Poppy Pomfrey

Rolanda Hooch

Tom Riddle

Walburga Black