tommarvoloriddlesdiary
tommarvoloriddlesdiary
tom marvolo riddle's diary
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 4 hours ago
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“ I want you to by my duelling partner”
Insp
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 23 hours ago
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 1 day ago
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Spoiler🤫
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 1 day ago
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Made You Look
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Summary: “You’re a time traveler,” Riddle breathes. “That’s why you see right through me. That’s why you know so much!” And, well, damn. Dumbledore did say Tom Riddle was as clever as they come. “Surprise?” Harry says weakly. He has a feeling he won’t be losing his Riddle-shaped shadow any time soon. * When Priori Incantatem happens in the graveyard after the Triwizard Tournament, Harry is sent sprawling back through time to 1943, landing smack-dab in the middle of Tom's first horcrux ritual. This has many unintended consequences, some of which may end up carrying back to the future--a future Harry hopes to return to.
my writing's rusty, please be nice lol
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 2 days ago
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Him
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 2 days ago
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 3 days ago
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It's also warm during winter. Win-win situation for Tom.
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 3 days ago
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Day 18: babble | 138 words
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Tom had grown so used to tuning out the inane chatter of his peers that he'd begun to find musicality in the noise. The shrill pitch of Granger's academic frustration and Weasley's groaning--a physical release of the incompetence building inside him like flatulence--and the soft exchange between Harry and the Girl Weasley, back and forth, back and forth, became akin to the babble of a brook, the current eroding the same stones, carrying the same forest litter-- expressing the same meaningless, merry sentiments. It was nothing new, nothing so riveting he'd waste energy by listening. Tom, separated from their group by a single bookshelf, sat alone with slowly worsening posture, barely bothering with the pretense of reading a long memorized textbook. Instead, he let them wash over him, Harry's voice trickling into his ears like sweet spring water.
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 4 days ago
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I need everyone and their mothers to read Memory of an Eclipse
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 4 days ago
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Day 17 - Ambiance | 307
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Harry let a lazy grin spread across his face, and Tom, reclining on the now-sweaty sheets of their hotel room’s king bed, beamed back at him.  This had been inevitable from the moment they’d met – though it had been stressful for Harry to push Tom away from mass genocide and towards less bloody pursuits, they were happy together now. Tom was enjoying playing politics, at least for now, and Harry was more than willing to make the sacrifice of attending the dull, never-ending cycle of pureblood balls and Ministry fundraisers that had become his life. They hadn’t slept together until now, though, when the moment was finally perfect – both on a work trip to Paris, overtaken by the romance of the city, unable to resist finally giving in to the tension that had simmered between them for far too long. And now, with a deep-seated contentment so rare in his insane life, Harry let his eyes drift closed, pleased to sleep beside the man he’d loved for so long. “Ah– Harry,” began Tom sheepishly before Harry could get too settled. “Would you mind if I played a bit of white noise? Just for some ambiance to help me sleep?” Harry didn’t bother opening his eyes, just burrowing further into his pillows and waving his hand in a vague agreement. Before jolting up out of bed at the sound of distant screams and moans of agony, hand grasping at his wand instinctually. There seemed to be no threat at hand – just Tom by his side, his breathing falling into a slow, steady rhythm.  “This cannot be your white noise, Tom,” muttered Harry in horror, disturbed despite himself. “That’s so fucked up. This cannot be what puts you to sleep.” Tom’s only response was an answering snore. Perhaps Harry still had more work to do on his redemption crusade.
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 4 days ago
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 4 days ago
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A little gift ✨@wnterdeath 💖
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 5 days ago
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I have no idea why I didn’t post it 💀
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 6 days ago
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This as tomarry. That's the prompt.
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 6 days ago
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 6 days ago
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Harry is getting seduced by local old man…
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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 6 days ago
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❌ possessive tom
✔️ tom who wants to be pursued by possessive men
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