my fics on ao3
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long fics
equals in life (partners in death) - Complete; 260 103 words ; E ; Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort ; Harry POV
Summary : When Sirius died Harry's whole world crumbled. Amidst grief and anger, one may find that hope and love can be found in the most unexpected places. For Harry, that came in the form of Voldemort offering him a home.-A story of grief, healing, learning and magic. But most importantly, this is a love story.
if we were lovers - Complete ; 277 455 words ; E ; Harry Potter/Tom Riddle ; Harry POV
Summary : When Harry arrives at the most prestigious theatrical school in the country, under very suspicious circumstances, he doesn't have many expectations. The most unexpected thing he encounters, however, is one Tom Riddle.
Amidst peers of great talent, his worry for his Godfather, unconventional Professors, and a vague sense of unworthiness, Harry falls in love with the only other person who deals with feelings as well as him.
But maybe, just maybe, he and Tom will find out that not all love stories have to end in tragedy.
oneshots (all complete)
let the light in - 8 239 words ; E ; Harry Potter/Voldemort ; Voldemort POV
Summary : “Hello.” Harry Potter. Harry Potter was standing on the threshold of Lord Voldemort’s door. Lord Voldemort considered slamming the door in his face but steeled himself. The boy looked strange, his eyes a bit wild despite the dullness that inhabited them that had never been there before, eclipsing the brightness fuelled by fierce determination that usually resided there.
love is such a dreadful thing (and dread is so lovely) - 2 376 words ; T ; Harry Potter/Tom Riddle ; Outsider POV
Summary : Sometimes a petty lover's quarrel between two Gods is all it takes to put an end to a decade long war.
to hold your life in my decaying hands - 3 724 words ; M ; Harry Potter/Tom Riddle ; First person POV
Summary : “There is beauty in this place, life, existence.” I peered into his eyes as I admitted this, admiring the masterful swirl of his crimson irises.
“And is that what you seek, wanderer?” he asked in a whisper.
“It is,” I replied, leaning into the peaceful feeling of serenity the atmosphere brought.


















