#tom: shopboy

[tomionefinds]

Hi! i recently rediscovered my tomione addiction. Do you have any recs for fics where they meet in a different time than usual (not generation potter or riddle but like maybe the 50's or around the marauder timeline)? I also love the stories were Hermione ends up taking over someone elses Life, for example Lady Selwyn or Journey of the soul

Hey Anon,

There's actually quite a lot of these. Check out our tag for Met: As Adults for several scenarios where both were already older, and we have an unofficial Tom: Shopboy tag with a few more from the era after Hogwarts when he works at Borgin & Burkes. I'll add a few more I can think of that I didn't see pull up or where she assumes another another body/persona. -JD

stardust by orangepekoelatte M | Complete | 131k Carina Black is two, and the first coherent thought that enters her mind is Harry.

She sees her twin brother, tugs at his silver locks, and thinks, Harry Potter.

Here I Dreamt I Was A Rosier by Nautical Paramour M | Complete | 41k Opening her eyes, Hermione became acutely aware that she was not in her bed, or even in Gryffindor tower. She has woken up in 1944 and must learn to exist with her "family" and their friends…TR/HG

Fountain of Knowledge by Ciule E/Ma | Complete | 66k The myriad of glittering magical shards sank slowly down, settling like a mantle on the shoulders of two people: A very tall wizard standing across the unlit bonfire and ... herself.

Behind the deep cowl, the wizard cocked his head, indicating that they should move. Slowly, she walked towards the bonfire, and he sauntered confidently to her side, meeting her halfway.

The Itch by seollem E/Ma | Complete | 76k Tom looked intrigued. “Soul Glass? I’ve never heard of it.”

“Oh, yes, it’s a very rare material, indeed! If you look carefully, you can see the other half of your soul on the other side. Perhaps that of a lucky lady?” Mr. Burke winked conspiratorially.

“How fascinating.” A slow, predatory smile overtook the handsome features of Tom’s face, something flashing in his eyes as they locked on the shadow beside his reflection. “A piece of my soul, you say?”

Inimica, Amator by QueenOfTheDreamers (QueenOfDreamers) NR | Complete | 73k Hermione falls asleep in January 2000. She awakens in a Knockturn Alley flat in 1947. Confronted by the reality that she's been hurtled through time and space to the world of Tom Riddle himself, Hermione works to get back home. In the meantime, desperate for money, she takes a job at the only place willing to hire her - Borgin and Burkes, with the disarmingly charming Tom Riddle.

Altered State by Ginnyruin E/Ma | WIP | 186k Six years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Auror Hermione Granger activated a mysterious dark object, which unexpectedly sent her decades into the past.

Miðgarðsormr by xXAonoNYmouSPXx M | WIP | 92k Tom watched as the mother and son stop at a spot by the fountain. The witch whom he's never met before in his life, with bushy brown hair atop a heart-shaped face, and the boy who looked exactly like him when he was at that age.

Peremo by virennia NR | WIP | 50k When Hermione gets stuck in the 1950's, she has no choice but to live her life.

And then, she meets Tom.

Who Are We? by BareWithMeHoney E/Ma | WIP | 15k The year is 2004. Voldemort has hidden his Horcruxes in the past and the Order is fighting against impossible odds to find and destroy them.

But when Time itself begins to unravel, a new kind of sacrifice must be made before the world comes to an end.

Bitter Almonds by Skylarparks E/Ma | WIP | 61k What would happen if the Mauraders, the Golden Trio and the Knights of Walpurgis all went to school together? Also, what if Tom Riddle developed a strange obsession with Hermione Granger?

The Pendulum of the Mind by AvaJune M | WIP | 118k Tom's fingers slid across her skin as he pulled up her sleeve, feeling irregular bumps and scarring as he watched in fascination as instead of a dark mark, he steadily revealed rune carvings. His eyes flicked back to hers, watching her reaction to his touch.

"I will give you this, witch. You are unbearably intriguing," he murmured.

Madness flies in the face of logic, and if there is one thing Hermione Granger cannot abide, it's things that defy logic. There is always something against her, this time the very laws of time and space. There is, however, a truth she now knows about herself; she isn't quite the rule girl she once thought she was. *Hermione - Tom Riddle. AU, Post Battle of Hogwarts*

A Twist of Fate by ASongofIceandHope NR | One Shot | 4k Hermione wakes up in a stranger's bed, and finds herself to be an important part of his life. Funny the things a simple ring can do.

Right Place, Wrong Time? by Shan84 M | WIP | 129k It was just another boring day at Borgin and Burkes for Tom Riddle… That is, until a certain bossy, crazy-haired witch stepped through the entrance. Is this your usual time travel story - or is something else at play? HG/TMR

And Not to Yield by ASongofIceandHope (orphan_account) NR | WIP | 10k It's common knowledge that you shouldn't touch things in Borgin and Burke's. But when Hermione, Harry, and Draco all reach for a cursed object at the same time, they find themselves thrown through time to 1948 when a certain Dark Lord has youth, vigor, power, and at least two horcruxes. Post-Battle of Hogwarts. Partially DH compliant; disregards Epilogue.

[impenitentrp]

Here is a preview of our plotline ! Please note that this will be serving as a starting basis to an ongoing plotline furthered by events. Impenitent will also be operating as an AU site, presenting a variety of opportunities for the originality of the site as well as to inspire character creativity.

1955.  A  decade  has  passed  since  the  conclusion  of  the  Second  World  War,  yet  while  the  Muggle  World  has  managed  to  develop  in  great  strides  throughout  those  ten  years,  the  Wizarding  World  has  been  further  plunged  into  an  all  consuming  darkness.  1945  marked  the  defeat  of  the  intercontinental  dark  wizard,  Gellert  Grindelwald,  and  for  a  brief  moment,  the  fog  of  terror  had  dissipated  from  the  atmosphere  across  Western  Europe,  parting  the  haze  of  a  warring  theatre  and  permitting  Muggleborns,  Half  Bloods  and  those  with  creature  blood  to  cast  hopeful  glances  upon  a  future  that  might  bear  witness  more  of  their  cardinal  rights  recognized  and  upheld  by  the  Ministry  of  Magic.  But  while  the  great  evil  that  had  been  Grindelwald  now  rotted  in  a  prison  cell  in  Nurmengard,  his  sympathizers  and  sycophants  remained  unbroken  and  unbridled,  free  in  the  world  to  spread  sinful  beliefs  to  their  children  and  to  sow  dissent  in  the  ministries  of  magic  to  further  curtail  the  liberties  of  those  that  were  deemed  lesser.  Like  many  followers,  however,  these  Purists  had  achieved  very  little  until  an  unassuming  shopboy  from  the  gutters  of  Knockturn  Alley  charmed  his  way  through  schoolmates,  professors  and  politicians  alike,  harboring  what  many  would  one  day  consider  immoral  and  wicked  intent.

An  orphan  boy  from  London,  Tom  Riddle  had  always  shown  an  inclination  for  the  clandestine,  even  before  his  magic  had  manifested  in  ways  that  terrorized  his  fellow  foundlings  and  caretakers.  So  when  Albus  Dumbledore  appeared  at  the  steps  of  Wool’s  Orphanage  to  personally  present  an  invitation  to  a  school  in  Scotland,  the  matron  and  children  did  not  bar  his  leave.  Hogwarts  failed  to  educate  him  in  the  art  of  restraint,  instead  feeding  the  starving  stray  his  first  tastes  of  what  power  could  be  if  properly  honed.  Loathe  to  return  to  the  orphanage  during  the  height  of  the  war  —  perhaps  igniting  the  catalyst  of  his  fear  of  death  —  caused  the  youth  to  trace  back  his  lineage  to  the  ancient  House  of  Gaunt,  descendants  of  Salazar  Slytherin.  Eager  to  learn  of  his  ancestry,  the  boy  had  visited  his  uncle,  Morfin  Gaunt,  unearthing  truths  behind  his  conception,  the  result  of  which  led  him  to  murder  his  Muggle  father  and  grandfather,  and  abscond  with  a  priceless  family  heirloom.  Using  the  deaths  of  his  family  to  harness  insidious  wizardry,  he  created  his  first  Horcrux,  embedding  the  trauma  of  their  demise  alongside  a  piece  of  his  soul  into  Marvolo  Gaunt’s  ring.  It  does  not  take  long  for  him  to  fabricate  a  second,  the  energy  exuding  pervading  his  aura  attracting  fellow  Purists  and  power - seekers  through  his  reckless  abandon.  Wielding  the  gifts  he  had  gained  from  Salazar  Slytherin  to  bring  grand  loss  of  life,  he  marches  forth,  eliminating  Myrtle  Warren  and  imparting  a  subsequent  piece  of  himself  within  a  diary,  his  mind  littered  with  ideations  of  a  glorious  world  where  he  would  reign  supreme  and  everlasting.

Spurned  by  Albus  Dumbledore  and  faculty  refusal  in  which  would  obstruct  his  motion  to  claim  a  professor’s  post,  Tom  Riddle  consigns  himself  to  a  brief  stint  at  Borgin  and  Burkes,  where  as  he  labors,  salt  permeates  and  festers  an  infectious  wound.  It  is  here  that  he  is  greeted  by  Madam  Hepzibah  Smith,  avid  patron  and  self  proclaimed  descendant  of  Helga  Hufflepuff.  A  woman  seemingly  gluttoned  with  affluence,  she  boasts  of  priceless  possessions,  unwittingly  securing  her  unfortunate  fate  throughout  a  barrage  of  gloating  conversement  where  Tom’s  attentive  temperament  lies  coiled  —  a  serpent  lying  in  wait,  fangs  poised  to  strike.  A  potent  toxin  will  soon  pass  her  lips,  its  venom  stilling  the  thrum  of  her  heart  so  that  her  corpse  can  be  thieved  of  both  Hufflepuff’s  cup  and  Slytherin’s  locket.  Framing  yet  another  innocent,  isolated  being,  the  third  Horcrux  is  molded  by  his  ceaseless  corruption,  and  he  vanishes  to  further  hunt  artefacts  to  defile,  leaving  in  his  treacherous  wake  virulent  acolytes  to  carry  on  his  bidding.

Now,  Tom  Riddle  methodically  maneuvers  taut  strings,  operating  from  the  shadows  as  he  begins  to  petrify  the  Wizarding  World,  his  sinister  plots  to  execute  all  who  oppose  him  in  pursuit  of  blood  purification  and  wizarding  rule  helmed  by  his  most  trusted  circle  —  The  Knights  of  Walpurgis  —  alongside  his  lethal  militia  of  Death  Eaters.  As  the  skies  are  cast  ever  darker  across  Great  Britain,  The  Ministry  remains  ignorant  to  the  rise  of  malignant  forces,  instead  fixating  on  their  own  preferred  transgressions  as  rumors  of  both  Creature  and  Muggle  intolerance  mark  them  unfavorable.  Those  of  creature  blood  —  most  notably,  Werewolves  —  are  now  the  bias  targets  of  harsh  injustice,  their  existence  perceived  as  a  threat  to  the  welfare  of  wizarding  communities  due  to  what  is  deemed  as  beastly  nature.  Met  with  this  imbalance,  leaders  of  these  respective  species  are  presented  with  two  options:  sign  a  registry  to  document  their  so  called  afflictions,  or  revolt  and  face  imprisonment  —  or  worse.  In  light  of  The  Ministry’s  shortcomings  in  regard  to  the  threat  of  an  ascending  Dark  Lord  and  impending  insurgence,  Albus  Dumbledore  forges  a  regime  of  talented  individuals  known  as  The  Ordinem  in  an  effort  to  better  combat  the  telltale  signs  of  the  war  to  come  where  the  wizarding  government  would  not  act.  Lines  have  begun  to  be  drawn,  both  morality  and  neutrality  blurred  as  justice  is  taken  into  the  grasps  of  opposing  views,  all  sides  contending  for  control  as  the  Wizarding  World  is  propelled  toward  ruination.

[aroundthecornerblaine]

And it continues || Seblaine

From the minute he’d woken up, Blaine had eyed his laptop, sitting at the small desk in the bedroom. But because Kurt was there, not to mention his discussion  about the end of Western Civilization, he waited to go over and turn it on.  Maybe that was why it didn’t sting when Kurt didn’t say goodbye, or see you later, didn’t say thank you for the dry cleaning, didn’t even stop to kiss his cheek or give him a hug.  He was running late, Blaine argued with himself.  Or maybe Blaine was just sadly used to this as how it was between he and Kurt after all this time. 

Still, Blaine listened for footsteps, and slowly made his way to the door, peeping out the fisheye peephole, seeing Kurt’s figure make it’s way down the stairs.  Then he crossed to the window, looking through the sheer curtains, watching as Kurt hailed and got in a taxi.  Finally a smile broke out on his face, as he moved to the desk, flipped open the lid on his laptop, waited for it to load, and signed on.  Blaine’s fingers flew over the keyboard almost like they were piano keys, signing in, his smile instantly broadening.  

“You’ve got mail,” he said out loud to the empty apartment, seeing a new message in his inbox.  It was a quote from one of his favorite romantic comedies featuring Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks.  And messages, plural really, how had the spam found him already?  He deleted the undesired messages and read the new one from NY 152 before opening a new message.

From: Shopboy

To: NY152

RE: confession

I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation.  I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends --as opposed to what we actually are, people who don't know each other's names and met in an online forum for one of what is seemingly becoming many shared interests.   This way its almost like we could be talking on the phone, over coffee, over lunch, over drinks...

3 AM?  What were you doing up?  Or maybe I don’t want to know.  I’ll be thinking about you, and your meeting with your father, hoping your eyes aren’t too red and someone around you is smart enough to make sure you’re well caffeinated today.  And chef’s kiss on having Prince’s entire catalogue on there.  Truly an artist.  Even if you hate everything else I listen to, mock my musical tastes, the respect for Simon and Garfunkel, and your guilty pleasure Kelly, along with the addition of Queen and Prince (oh and Jersey Boys!) makes you a-okay in my music books.

Confession: I made a new email for the forum, and I’ve decided not to add it to my phone.  That way, I have to be on a computer, have to physically log in, to get to your messages.  A bit of a delayed gratification if you will.  Maybe it’s silly.  But just in the hustle and bustle of life, and the sometimes overwhelming bombardment of life in the digital era, it’s nice to know for me, myself anyway, this is deliberate.

When I got up this morning, before I even saw your message, thinking that there was probably no way there was one from you, I still thought to myself, what will NY 152 say today I wonder?  Still I turned on my laptop, waited for it to boot up, sign on to my email client and waited for the inbox to appear wanting to wish you a good day and a great meeting with your father, when surprise, my breath catches in my chest at the sight of a message from you!

I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart.  I have mail.  From you.

This is already longer than I planned and I must go off and do adult things.  But I do hope we can continue our music discussions and more and I haven’t scared you away completely.  

Have a great day!

@sebastianmartinsmythe​

[reddieao3feed]

You've Got Mail

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pFzClm

by whilewilde

Richie Tozier's career is going absolutely nowhere. Under the crushing weight of loneliness, he decides to join a chatroom in which the rules are as follows: You cannot use your real name, and you cannot reveal any personal information that may lead to you being identified. Thing is, he wasn't expecting to fall for someone going by the alias of ShopBoy in the process.

Words: 640, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of You've Got Mail

Fandoms: IT Chapter 2, IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mike Hanlon, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier, Reddie - Relationship

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - You've Got Mail Fusion, Like you've got mail but with less Tom Hanks and more gay, remember chatrooms? me neither, Texting, chatroom, Internet, Internet friendship, face to face dramatic meeting after like 200 days of pining, Fluff, Nothing sad, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pFzClm

[myaltao3feed]

by whilewilde

Richie Tozier's career is going absolutely nowhere. Under the crushing weight of loneliness, he decides to join a chatroom in which the rules are as follows: You cannot use your real name, and you cannot reveal any personal information that may lead to you being identified. Thing is, he wasn't expecting to fall for someone going by the alias of ShopBoy in the process.

Words: 640, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of You've Got Mail

Fandoms: IT Chapter 2, IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mike Hanlon, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier, Reddie - Relationship

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - You've Got Mail Fusion, Like you've got mail but with less Tom Hanks and more gay, remember chatrooms? me neither, Texting, chatroom, Internet, Internet friendship, face to face dramatic meeting after like 200 days of pining, Fluff, Nothing sad, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

[tomionefinds]

I remember reading this one fic that involved Tom being hermione’s dad’s friend and they eventually got together. At the beginning, when Tom arrived at their house, Hermione is gardening I think? And Tom would stay at their house for something to do with architecture but he was actually staying for Hermione

Hey Anon,

This sounds like maybe Dealing in Temptation. Tom is her father's apprentice, and there is a scene where he approaches her in the garden. -JD

Dealing in Temptation by ElizabethLeFay

M | WIP | 180k

Tom Riddle’s reputation in the Wizarding World is this: ambitious, intelligent, powerful, and undoubtedly the next Minister for Magic - if only he would quit his job at Borgin and Burkes. His intentions fool everyone but Hermione Granger. When their paths cross in 1948 due to a business deal and a cursed necklace, Tom and Hermione find themselves the friendliest of enemies.

Temptation has many faces, but to Hermione, Tom Riddle’s is the most irresistible.

[tomionefinds]

hi! i’m looking for this fic i read awhile back. it’s a time-travel fic where hermione pretends she’s hepzibah smith’s niece and tom riddle tries to sell her stuff at borgins & burkes.

Hey Anon, You are looking for Blood and Gold! by @obsidianpen -JD

Blood and Gold by ObsidianPen

E/Ma | WIP | 180k

The true time-turner was slammed savagely into Hermione's throat. It shattered against her neck, bits of glass and gold piercing into her skin. The last thing she saw before blackness consumed her was a plume of metallic dust and vitreous fragments, tiny prisms dancing behind her eyelids.

(In which Hermione accidentally ends up in 1950, pitted against an ascending Dark Lord in his prime, caught in the entanglement of pureblood politics, dark magic, and Tom Riddle's interest)