Fanfiction by Vivien - Harry Potter | Neil Gaiman Universe | Buffy | Multiverse-Milliways | Recommendations
Death Eaters in London Below
R for violent situations, Spring 2005
House of Arch Triptych
R, Summer 2005 - Academy Plot
The Mary-Ingress Teen Years Series
R, Spring 2007
Ficlets (Milliways 42 or just for fun):
I've Seen Tomorrow in her Eyes - Tom after meeting Door for the first time
The Landlord - Tom, Door, Bernard, and 'Dora
Strip Poker in the House of Arch R
The Hot Fudge Incident NC-17
Drabbles by Prompts (all G):
I want Tom's thoughts the first time he met Bill at M'ways. Not the censored ones, but the inner ones.
Ingress and Gavroche play a prank on Raph (or Indy, or Tom, or Bernard...)
Tom babysitting the Tonks-Wrangle menagerie.
Yrael talks Tom into doing something illegal.
I've Seen Tomorrow in her Eyes
Milliways 42 Prompt: Future
July 5, 1996
Tom paced back and forth in his room above the strange bar he'd ended up in so abruptly. He felt out of sorts, not himself. Something had gone terribly wrong, and now he couldn't get back to his time.
The odd thing was he didn't want to.
Venturing out into the Wizarding world of 1996, he'd discovered too many unpleasant truths about his future. Madness awaited him, and his goal had not been reached in the years and years between 1954 and now. And to think he'd planned to rule his world by the time he turned thirty.
It was most disheartening. If he could find a way back, he'd change things. He'd not make the same mistakes. Even now elaborate plots to change the future whirled in his mind. So why was it that every time he opened the front door or Apparated to a place he knew, he was relieved to find he was not in his past?
He shook his head. He didn't understand it. He thought he'd finally purged the human frailties from his system. Why did he even wish to speak with the people in the bar below him? Especially horrors like that half-blood Auror and the other assorted entities there? Mind you, the demon might be worth knowing, but what in Merlin's name possessed him to buy drinks for women and chat them up just to pass the time?
Tonight he would stay in his room. He'd found his Parselmouth grimoire - his most treasured possession - in a warded hiding place in Albania. He'd do some rituals, exercise his power, and figure out who he could use to his advantage here.
A few minutes later he was walking down the stairs. What was it about this place that drew him so?
It was quiet tonight; a small crowd of patrons milled about. At the bar was a girl. She was young, beautiful, and alone, just the type of girl he preferred to charm into bed, with magic or not. The Imperius curse and Obliviation were handy things to know in cases such as this.
Tom appreciated women for what they could provide him. Tonight he could use some kind of contact, and that again pointed out to him the weirdness of his situation. He didn't need contact with others. He didn't want that weakness in any way, shape, or form about him.
But when he saw the girl's eyes, when she spoke to him with that bright, lovely voice, something alarming happened. Long buried yearnings bloomed within him as he spoke with her. It was as if she knew him, and not just the charming self he presented to the world, or the cold, ruthless self he chose to hide behind every moment of his life. It was if she knew him - the part of himself even he was not well acquainted.
When they parted, he walked back up to his room, confused and exhilerated, having forgotten the option of the Imperius curse. He wanted to see this Door, this Opener, again and often. A cold whisper in his mind reminded him that her power would be incredibly useful if he had control over it, but this was replaced by the recollection of how the colors of her eyes danced when she laughed.
Something was happening to him. And for the first time in his life, he thought he just might let it.
Strip Poker in the House of Arch
Note: This is a little piece of fluff I wanted to write right after the infamous night of Milliways strip poker but never got around to. It happens in Millicanon a little while after Tom, Door, and Ingress returned from their summer holiday and this discussion with Crowley. It was in the brief, happy lull in between the holiday and Ingress being Chosen.
No smut, but a little making out and then a fade to black. Please excuse any disregard of how poker is really played. I have no clue, and they just wanted to take their clothes off.
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Tom and Door sat upon their bed, facing each other wearing grins and a few more layers of clothing than usual. A book lay open in front of Tom, and he consulted it intently as he shuffled a new deck of cards. Door watched him, giggling.
“I can’t believe Tonks played this in public,” she said. “I still don’t really believe she flung her bra at Aziraphale’s head.”
“Ask Aziraphale, if you don’t believe me,” said Tom, smiling wickedly, “I dare you.”
“No thanks, dear,” said Door. “Now how does this work again? When do we take off our clothes?” She batted her eyes innocently at Tom.
“Patience, you minx,” he said, leaning over and kissing her. “Alright, according to the rules, we each get five cards. You decide which item of clothing you wish to bet. Then you look at the cards and decide which ones you want to keep and which you want to trade. You want to get a good hand in order to keep from losing more clothing. I think. I’m not quite sure since this book doesn’t have the specific rules for strip poker.”
Door pouted. “But I want to lose clothing, silly. Isn’t that the point?”
“Yes, yes, it is, but it’s all part of the game. Don’t you want to play? Or are you afraid I’ll win?” He raised an eyebrow, challenging her. Tom loved playing games. Moreover, he loved winning games.
“Oh darling, you have such a competitive streak,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Besides I’m wearing more layers than you are. There’s no way you can beat me unless you cheat, and don’t think I’ll not be keeping a close eye on you, Tom Riddle.”
“Me, cheat? Never!” Tom laughed and dealt the cards. “Now, what do you bet?”
“I’ll bet a boot,” she said, taking one off.
“I’ll see your boot,” he said, taking off a shoe, “and raise you a tie.”
“Right then, you can have my sweater. Now we look at the cards?”
“Yes,” Tom said, picking up his. He had a fairly decent hand, according to the book.
“Ooh, lots of royalty,” said Door.
“You’re not supposed to tell me what you’ve got, Door,” said Tom, his brow furrowing. His hand didn’t look so good after all. “Are you going to trade any in?”
“Sure,” she said, focusing on the cards in her hand. She removed two and placed them face down on the bed. Tom dealt her two more, and switched a few of his out. His hand now looked even worse.
“Blast,” he muttered under his breath.
“Game not going as planned, dear?” said Door sweetly. “Is it your turn to bet first?”
Tom checked the rulebook. “I think so,” he said. “Very well, I’ll bet a sock.”
“I’ll see your sock and raise you my blouse,” she said, tugging it over her head.
“No, no, you’re not supposed to take off your blouse during the first rounds of betting. You’re supposed to wait – it builds up the anticipation.”
Door sighed and, glaring at Tom, pulled her blouse back down. “You’re no fun. I’ll bet my skirt then. Since I’ve leggings on underneath.” She leaned up on her knees and wriggled out of her skirt. She threw it at his head.
“Nice throw, dear,” he said cheerfully, batting it away. “I’ll see your raise with my sweater vest.”
“Thanks heavens you’re rid of that,” she smirked.
“What? You don’t like my sweater vest?”
“It’s very fifties, dear. Let’s just say I’m glad we bought you a new wardrobe over the holiday. And you are going to wear the leather jacket more often.”
“You can’t make me,” grumbled Tom.
“Want to bet on that? Oh wait, you already lost one big bet to me, didn’t you? I should think you’d be more wary of gambling with me.” Her eyes glinted, flecks of blue and gold twinkling.
Tom blushed at the memory of Moscow and the nightclub, the results of his last bet lost to Door. She did seem to be exceptionally lucky in that regard. He was starting to feel rather warm, even with the sweater vest off. “Show your cards, dear.”
He had three of a kind. She had a full house with three queens.
“Look at that! I do believe I won,” said Door, sticking her tongue out at Tom. “Is it my turn to deal the cards?”
Tom handed her the deck. “Are you sure you’ve never played cards before?”
“Would I lie to you?” she said as she began shuffling. She had a very mischievous expression on her face.
Tom sighed dramatically. “I never thought you would.”
“Oh hush,” she said. “It’s your bet. Let’s see how much clothing you lose this time.”
“Very well, I’ll bet my other shoe.” He took it off and flung it off the side of the bed.
“You’re going to tidy up after this, you do realize, don’t you?” she said. “I feel lucky. I’ll see your shoe with my other boot <I>and</I> my sock.”
“And I’ll see your raise with my other sock.” They looked at their cards. Door’s face lit up, indicating her continued luck. Tom’s hand was dismal. His new cards were even worse.
“I fold,” he said, grudgingly.
Door laughed and she showed him her hand. It was even worse than his. “Good thing you’re not playing for money. I’d have all your gold about now. Deal, darling.”
Tom dealt the next hand. “Cheater.”
“I’m not cheating. Mind you, I might remember playing a game like this before. Vaguely.” She cocked her head at him, smiling playfully.
He smiled back and laughed. “You’re adorable and deceitful. I like that in a woman.”
“My turn to bet first.” She took off her blouse slowly and discarded it, watching him for his reaction. She kneeled on the bed, arching her back slightly, her black lacy camisole clinging to her breasts, her hard nipples visible under the silk.
Tom’s mouth went dry. He cleared his throat, and when he spoke his voice was shaky. “Erm, yes, alright, my shirt goes then.”
“Good,” said Door, watching as he unbuttoned his oxford slowly. He slipped it off, sitting bare-chested in front of her. “I don’t have to look at my cards to know I just won this round,” she said, reaching for him. She cupped his face, and then drew her hand lazily down his torso, her fingers trailing over his skin until they came to his waistband. Her hand fell away then, and she picked up her cards.
Tom’s breathing was much quicker now, and he felt quite warm indeed. He watched her look at her cards, admiring how her dark hair fell about her shoulders, how she bit her lip in that endearing way. He was suddenly very tired of playing.
Pretending to consult the rulebook, he said, “Oh look here, it says that anyone who has a…” He pulled her hand down so he could see her cards. “…an ace of hearts has to kiss the person in front of her.” He crawled over the bed to her, cards sliding beneath him, and claimed her lips as she squealed in surprise.
"Good thing you didn’t play this game with Crowley then,” she giggled, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down to the bed.
He slid his hands up under her camisole, spreading them over her breasts as he kissed her again, harder and longer this time.
“I’ll only ever play this game with you, Door,” he said, as he began kissing along her neck, licking and biting as passion for her began to overwhelm him.
“You’d better not,” she whispered into his ear as she tugged at his belt, scattering more cards in the process. “I rather like strip poker, I think.”
Tom laughed into the crook of her neck and rolled them over onto their sides, one arm under her, cradling her to him, and the other roving up and down her body. They kissed again, deeply, and he felt her hand cover his chest right above his heart.
“I love you, Tom,” she whispered after the kiss ended, her eyes swirling colors and sparking with gold, just for him.
“I love you, too, Door,” he said, losing himself in her eyes. “Even if you cheat at cards.”
She hit him lightly on the shoulder. “Shut up and kiss me.”
He happily did both.
Happy New Year! Have some Tom/Door hot fudge smut!
This takes place right after this Milliways thread.
One of them must have opened a way into their room from the front gallery, but who actually did so they never figured out. Tom and Door had their minds, and their hands, only on each other. All over each other, in fact, in anticipation of reaching their room, the hot fudge jar in Door’s jacket pocket.
When they entered through the portrait, Tom turned around, Door in his arms and backed her up to the wall. He lifted her up as her legs wrapped round his waist and her arms round his neck. They kissed fiercely, tongues thrusting into each other’s mouths.
“Want you now,” Tom growled, thrusting his pelvis against hers, pressing her harder against the wall. His hands were roaming freely under her dress.
Door laughed, rather mischievously. She loved driving him mad like this, making him want her with such intensity. It was fun to tease, and it was delicious to assert this playful power over Tom. She slid her legs down his until she was standing, pushing him away ever so slightly as she did. “I haven’t had my hot fudge yet. I was promised, Tom Marvolo Riddle.”
Tom whimpered as her body moved away from his. He was so hard for her that it hurt, and he could tell by her tone that this would be a night like the one in Moscow. Which, honestly, was more than fine with him, even if it was a bit like slow, incredibly pleasurable torture. “But Door, please…” and there was hint of begging in his voice. He’d never before considered begging anyone for anything, but with Door it was different. Much different.
She put a finger to his lips and then hushed him with another kiss, taking his hands and pulling him backward to the bed. As she crawled onto the bed, she shucked her jacket, removing the jar of hot fudge as she did so. Tom climbed into bed beside her, removing his robes and shoes. He waited for her to proceed, the anticipation becoming nearly palpable, as he lightly stroked her back with the tips of his fingers.
Door held the jar out to him, her eyes sparkling with bright, glittering colours. He took the jar and opened it, grinning as he watched her watch him. He cast a heating charm to warm it. She continued watching him closely, breathing more quickly. “Have you done this before?” she asked, watching the fudge in the jar change from a solid to a viscous liquid.
Tom dipped his finger in the fudge and then dabbed the warm chocolate on the inside of her wrist. She gasped as the heat touched her skin, but Tom knew it wasn’t because it was too hot. “Never with hot fudge. With candle wax, yes,” he said, and he brought her wrist to his mouth, sucking the fudge away slowly. He looked into her eyes, his own dark and intense with his need. “Can’t lick away candle wax, though.”
“Nnng,” replied Door, and she kissed him again, leaning up on her knees and locking her arms around his neck. Tasting him and the chocolate at the same time made her dizzy. But not too dizzy to push him down upon the pillows and untuck his shirt with a few quick tugs. She undid the shirt buttons as quickly as she could as he wriggled against the pillows to shrug it off. Once his shirt was out of the way, Door reached for the jar, and his eyes went wide.
“Door, please, just let me do this to y- oh god,” he hissed, as she dipped her finger in the hot fudge and traced a line down his chest from the dip at the center of his collarbone to in between his nipples. She quickly covered the chocolate with her mouth. As she trailed her tongue up his chest, he made all sorts of interesting sounds. When she’d licked the fudge away, she kissed him again, rubbing her still-clothed body against him, knowing how he liked the feel of her velvets and silks sliding against his bare flesh.
She broke the kiss and reached back for the jar, getting another finger full of hot fudge. This time she placed it against the sensitive spot right under his ear at the jaw-line and immediately began swirling it away with her tongue. He moaned and fisted one hand in her hair, pressing her mouth closer to his neck. Her hands caressed his chest, brushing his skin in the feather light touches he loved so much.
Tom grabbed her and brought her lips to his, kissing her feverishly. “Must have you, please, Door, please. I can’t… I need you now.”
Door had plans for the hot fudge. There had been other places she wanted to lick it from Tom's body. She’d had some very clear ideas for where she wanted to have it applied and licked off her own body. However, she figured there would be time for that later. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. However, Door also wanted to heighten the excitement just a little more before giving them both what they so desperately desired.
She sat up, straddling him and raking her fingernails over his chest as she rocked against his erection. She cocked her head as she watched him writhe underneath her, his hands reaching for her again. “You haven’t licked any hot fudge off of me at all,” she pouted. She pulled her dress up and over her head. “So... if you want me, you’ll have to beg,” she smiled.
This was all part of the game, and Tom loved every moment of it. He trusted Door, and he could give up his tightly maintained control to her. He sat up, cradling her in his arms as pressed her more firmly against his lap. He whispered huskily into her ear. “Please let me fuck you, Door. I want you so badly. I’m begging you; let me make you come. Let me make you scream. Please, Door, please.”
He nipped her earlobe and then kissed down her neck, stopping to bite and suck her flesh there, marking her with his teeth.
She gave a strangled cry and pushed him flat on his back down onto the bed. “Clothes off. Now!”
He smirked, because he just couldn’t help it, and waved his wand. Now they were skin-to-skin, and he was quickly inside her, her tight, wet heat surrounding him and nearly pushing him over the edge immediately. He closed his eyes, and in his head named the twelve uses for dragon’s blood to regain focus.
Door moved over him, sinking herself onto his cock. Her eyes were already glazing over as his hands sought her breasts. It was like this every single time. The world shrank down to only Tom and the pleasure he gave her. The waves of ecstasy surrounded her and fuzzed over her senses. Tom and only Tom, and it would be like this always and forever.
Suddenly she felt the shock of heat on her left nipple. Tom’s mouth covered it, his tongue swirling over her sensitive skin, lapping up the hot fudge he’d smeared upon her. The heat and the sucking sensation shot straight to her clit. The orgasm that had been building within her exploded throughout her entire nervous system. She gasped and threw her head back as time froze, and she was overwhelmed. Tom's hand cupped her face and he thrust harder upward, seeking his own release. He cried out and came beneath her. She collapsed against him as he took her in his arms, kissing her between panting breaths.
“See,” he whispered in her ear. “Told you the fudge would taste better that way.”
She giggled and tangled her hands in his hair, kissing him deeply. “I’m still hungry,” she said finally, pouting again.
He flipped her over onto her back as she squealed. He held up the jar of hot fudge, heating it once more with his wand. He smiled and said, “So am I. I'm always ravenous when it comes to you.”
He lay down beside her, and Door took him in her arms. She knew her hunger for him would never be quenched, but it would be so pleasant to make the attempt.
The Landlord
Milliways 42 - prompt: "landlord"
The sun was setting over the lake, casting an orange glow over the porch where Tom, Door, Nymphadora, and Bernard sat. It was late summer, and the first time all four adults had been together since Tom and Door had returned from France.
There was a chill in the air - a promise of the coming change of season. Dora valiantly kept the warming charms coming, as Tom was still wandless. The warmth, combined with the wine Tom had chosen from their holiday stash to share (and the hot tea for Dora) and the full stomachs resulting from Bernard's excellent gourmet meal, lulled the adults into peaceful stillness.
Ingress, Gavroche, and Sunny romped and laughed, chasing Ellie and each other, and their parents watched them proudly in between snippets of conversation.
Door had had two glasses of wine and was now curled up against Tom, whose arm was protectively around her. He didn't like Door to be too far away from him anymore. He himself had had a few glasses of wine, as well, and that might have been what prompted him to ask what he did.
"Bernard, have you ever met the Landlord? Or had messages from him, her, or it?"
Bernard glanced over at Tom, rather muzzily. The wine was really quite good, and there had been three bottles of it. "Golly, Tom, you know I can't answer that."
"Right, Head Barman's responsibility and all," said Tom, nodding. His eyes, however, glinted with curiosity.
Dora picked up on that glint right away. It was a cue for an immediate diversion. "Hot tea, Tom? Or coffee?"
Door poked Tom in the ribs. "Stop it, you. We'll find a mystery in the Underside for you to get to the bottom of."
"Right," said Tom, ducking his head, and kissing Door on the forehead. "Sorry, Bernard. Pretend I never brought it up."
"Brought what up?" asked Bernard, grinning.
All four friends laughed, and Dora waved her wand to provide tea for all. If Tom ever wondered more about the Landlord, he never said.
Ingress and Gavroche play a prank on Raph (or Indy, or Tom, or Bernard...)
Some days the opportunities to be mischievous were just too hard to pass up. Ingress and Gavroche came to Milliways to get a sundae as a special treat for cleaning up the playroom without being asked. Of course, they'd only cleaned up so they could get a sundae as a special treat in the first place.
Bernard had made one for them to share with extra whipped cream and cherries, and now they were both in a bouncy mood.
At one table they saw Indy and Raph deep in discussion. Neither had noticed the children sitting at the bar. Ingress looked at Gavroche with a bright blue sparkle in her eyes. Gavroche looked right back at Ingress with a decidedly devilish grin. Much whispering back and forth ensued. A few minutes later, they both slipped from their bar stools in full stealth mode.
The two grown ups continued thier discussion as Gavroche and Ingress snuck under their table, slithering quietly along like one of the House of Arch snakes. A couple of minutes later they snuck back out, going to a nearby table to wait and watch.
Finally, after minutes went by that felt like hours and hours, Indy and Raph both stood to go on to whatever the grown ups did during the day at Milliways. As they laughed and began to walk away, both tripped and staggered, finding much to their chagrin that their shoeslaces had been tied together. They looked around angrily only to see a blur of blue and brown ducking through the House of Arch painting amidst much giggling.
Some days it was just too much fun to be a kid.
Tom's thoughts the first time he met Bill
Bill doesn't usually stalk, but that's exactly what he does here: he moves across the bar in a determined way, wand drawn, dragon-hide boots click-click-clicking across the barroom's floor at a very deliberate pace. Angie can follow him all she wants but this... this is personal business.
There you are, you...
"Tom Riddle?"
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*Tom looks up at the red-headed man and thinks Bloody hell, another Weasley? How many are there anyway?
He takes another drink of scotch and sighs, making sure his wand is in reach*
Yes, I'm Tom Riddle. Would you be a Weasley?
The newest Weasley fit quickly into a few key categories in Tom's mind: intelligent, powerful, and Gryffindor to the core. Tom had learned a long time ago how to assess enemies quickly and correctly. As their tense discussion ensued, Tom stopped himself from reaching for his wand. That would be unwise and would prove the exact opposite of what he was hoping to prove.
Just why was he hoping to prove anything to this fellow? Sometimes he got so tired of facing the seemingly insurmountable goal before him. A year ago he'd not have cared. He'd have been caustic and challenged this fellow to a duel, and powerful or no, he'd have won it and felt no guilt about destroying the red haired wizard.
He hated it sometimes, this need to change. It had been easier before, but lonely, so lonely, his back against the wall of fear and anger every waking moment. He sighed as Minerva took up for him, and then Peter.
It had been an easier way before, but this was the right way. Thank Merlin he had his fine scotch at least.
Tom babysitting the Tonks-Wrangle menagerie.
"Are you sure no one else can do this?" Tom said, a pleading note in his voice. "I mean to say, all four at one time is a bit much for me - I've only just handled two at a time, and those two were older than this lot."
Bernard laughed and handed him baby Jacob. "You'll be fine, and Nymphadora and I need some time to ourselves. The angel was going to do it, but something came up. Besides," and with this, he grinned, "you better get used to it."
Tom took the baby, paling and swallowing hard. Door was due with their first child in three months. Mary Poppins had left when Ingress had gone to Valdemar the year before. He was terrified and excited about the prospect of the baby, but Tom had never dealt with an infant. Sunny had been the youngest child he'd known. "Rather."
Sunny dashed into the living room. "Tom, Tom, Tom!!! Can we do magic?"
Anthony followed close on her heels. "Yeah, will you show us magic? Or Open stuff? That's cool!"
It was like Ingress times four, the two of them together. At least little Charlotte was busy having a snack of Cheerios in her high chair. Bernard slipped out the door, as Tom replied to the children, "Sure, that would be fine. Why don't you two sit down quietly and I'll do all the magic you want."
The baby started crying.
"Blast..." said Tom, as Anthony and Sunny began jumping up and down on the couch. This was going to be a long night. He hoped he wouldn't have to resort to Petrificus Totalus, but as he patted the screaming baby's back in vain, he decided not to rule anything out.
Yrael talks Tom into doing something illegal.
"No, Yrael."
"Oh, come Tom. He needs to be put in his place. You said so yourself."
"I'm not hexing the bastard just because I want to. I don't do that anymore. Much."
"He deserves it. After everything he's done."
"Stop it, Yrael."
"All I'm saying is that something should be done. You ought to at least challenge him to a duel."
"...A duel. Hmmm... No, no, that would be against the rules of the bar. You try explaining to Door why the Lord of the House of Arch is in the cells and not doing his duties in the Underside."
"I notice you have no doubt who would win."
"Of course not. I'd trounce him in two spells flat."
"Then do it."
"It's against the rules."
"Not if you don't get caught."
"..."
"You wouldn't, I should think. Especially not if you used a Concealment charm or some such."
"...There is that."
"So you'll do it?"
"Oh, blast it all. Yes. Where is he?"
"Over there."
Yrael grins and grins.