Tags: TIME TRAVEL, SANE VOLDEMORT, TOM RIDDLE POV, POSSESSIVE TOM RIDDLE, POWERFUL HARRY, ROMANCE, FLUFF AND ANGST, SLOW BURN, HUMOR, MUTUAL PINING, HAPPY ENDING, Crack Treated Seriously, Drama, Parent Voldemort, Daddy Issues, Protective Tom Riddle, Snark, Sassy Harry Potter, Living Together, Enemies to Family to Lovers, Sugar Daddy, Redemption, Falling In Love, Sexual Tension, Comedy of Errors, Intense, Passion, Soul Bond, Soulmates. Warning: May cause hysterical laughter and uncomfortable arousal at the same time. When a Voldemort in his thirties encounters a time-travelling, seventeen-year-old Harry Potter, he makes a dangerous-and hilarious-assumption. He assumes that Harry is his son. And his son, of course, deserves the very best. A confused Harry plays along for the sake of self-preservation, but living with his "father" is proving to be intolerable in more ways than one. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "You are mine," Voldemort said gently, and smiled when Harry flinched. So the boy did know Voldemort, after all. He knew Voldemort was to be feared. "I will look after you, my own." "I don't belong to you," Harry spat, despite his fear. Oh, what a delight he was! He was no cowering, simpering sycophant, like Voldemort's other followers; no, this child had a spine of steel. Not many could stand before Voldemort without quailing. "You are my son," Voldemort declared. "Of course you belong to me. Your every cell, your every fiber, your every heartbeat. You are mine in flesh and blood and soul. You are mine in magic. And you will not deny me."

Every character in the league after your cheeks.

READ NEWEST CHAPTER Please don't go, I'll eat you whole. TOM RIDDLE x male oc BOOK ONE OUT OF TWO

After I suddenly died I possessed the body of what I thought was an extra within a novel. From then on my life was mostly calm, though not fulfilling. Until one day I discovered I wasn't just a background figure; instead I was an insignificant character who'd end up being the villainous Grand Duke's secretary, only to die shortly after being near him! But I had no choice, it was too late to change my fate, so I decided to live as obediently as possible under the orders of the sadist villain. But I still had a plan. Even before the female lead makes her appearance, I will try in every way to make the villain a little more normal, or at least ensure that the two do not meet, so that no one will face a harsh death, including me! And then, after the villain doesn't become obsessed with the female lead and becomes more normal, I will be able to resign and live peacefully. So I just cleared all the suspicions he might have about me in order to not incur his wrath and die like in the novel. * * * "I'll give you a choice." The corner of his lips raised crookedly. Though that smile did not reach his eyes at all. "One, don't resign and stay here forever..." His gaze was enough to unnerve me. "Two, let me kill those who dared to give you the idea of resigning...then don't go and stay here forever." No, haven't I already made sure that the villain has become a little more normal!? ...What the heck is going on!? He shouldn't be like this!

After stupidly rushing headfirst into danger (again), Harry now has to deal with the consequences of being held captive by his enemy and try not to lose himself along the way.

Harry's first encounter with the one Thomas Riddle is in their first year, after Riddle and his his friends stole a toad. And from that day on they were sworn enemies, and everyone knew it too. Harry Potter and Thomas Riddle fucking hated eachother. But curiosity killed the cat; and Harry and Tom quite literally murdered two of their fellow students. Harry and Tom begin to realise that they are just alike, and by that logic, to them no one else matters but eachother now. Why shouldn't they take over the world? enemies to lovers, not slowburn. it's my lonely gay feelings coming out in a weirdly violent way. ! Warning ! Violence, manipulation, murder, being super gay.

The son of one of the Dark Lord's most infamous Death Eaters, Hadrian Snape has grown up to be a loyal citizen under Voldemort's regime. Now entering his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hadrian, as a halfblood, is eager to prove himself as his father did before him. But the shadow Severus Snape casts is long, and the shadow of his muggleborn mother even longer. When he accidentally captures the attention of the Dark Lord himself, the course of Hadrian's life is forever changed as he is drawn into a world of politics, dark magic, and a secret rebellion.

After Dumbledore's death, Harry searches for answers in the Pensieve. But something goes wrong. Trapped inside a memory, Harry finds himself back at Hogwarts in 1945 where he meets an 18 year old Tom Riddle teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. (This story is not mine, it is by an ao3 author named paimpoint)

"You, Master, are now dead," Death spoke chillingly. Its bony fingers free of flesh slid down its scythe. Its hood ducked itself down, almost to show a sign of reverence. "The ritual is now completed. I am, most definitely, at your service, Master." The young man with raven hair and green eyes wasn't too pleased with Death. Before it said anything else, he carefully studied his surroundings. The way to the other life looked nothing like it had when he'd first died. Unlike the fist time, he stood outside Godric's Hollow, but the place was deserted and pitched black. It was so dark, Death easily blended in; the green glowing stone in its scythe was the only thing that alerted Harry of its presence. "Why did I not see you when I first died?" He demanded, anger from his previous life still lingering on. Death raised a bony finger. "You were not ready for me to reveal myself just yet. Your soul was too pure to be corrupt just yet; first you needed to complete cycle when it came to being my master." "And what is the cycle?" "One must use the cloak to hide from the danger. Resist the temptations of the resurrection stone. Master the wand made from the wood of the Elder tree and kill with it. One needs to corrupt their soul by taking a life." Death left some lingering silence, wanting for its new master to take in the newfound information before asking, "what do you wish of me, Master," even though it knew what was going on in Harry's mind. "You do not have to move on, I can grant what you desire." "You can grant me my family?" Death's hood tilted itself, making it seem as if it had ducked its head. Its bony fingers lightly tapped its scythe, making the sound of bone and metal echo in Harry's ears. "Undoubtedly," it confirmed. "If you wish to pay the price." "Do it."

Harry gets bored of immortality and feels like he's losing his sanity. Death points him in the direction where he'll find the person who can keep him together. But when he finally finds his anchor, he didn't expect to feel incredibly possessive and protective where he all but constantly glomps poor little Tom (who fails to avoid growing fond of Harry).