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Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Ch. 31

Word Count- 6.2k

Warnings- literally so much. Swearing, death, blood, lots of symptoms of depression, derealization, abusive parents, gore? Just beware

Y/n Y/l/n Age: 12

The sound of the front door slamming shut wakes me from my sleep. I sit up in my twin-size bed with a soft sigh and look out the window next to me. The moonlight flows throughout the room, signaling that it’s quite late into the night. A loud thump comes from outside my door, and I jolt out of bed quickly and walk up to my door to lean my ear against it. The house is quiet for a moment until the sound of glass breaking cuts that silence. I open my door slightly and I flinch back, scared for a moment when a pair of eyes catch mine, but I relax when I see my little brother, Theo. Theo, who just turned ten last month, is about a half-inch shorter than I, he’s wearing his Land Before Time PJs, and is clutching his toy dinosaur in his arms. 

“There’s a monster, Y/n,” Theo’s shaking voice makes me frown, and I quickly pull him into my room. 

Theo clutches my arm as I lead him to my bed and put him under my covers, “I’m sure Mom and Dad will get rid of it, Theo.”

Theo sniffles, and I notice the small tears flowing down his cheeks, “You can stay in my bed until the monster goes away, ok?”

Theo grabs my blanket and puts it under his chin, “Okay, will you stay with me?”

I begin to agree, but the sound of my mother yelling stops me. Theo quickly tightens his grip on my hand and looks up at me with fear in his eyes.

“The monster got mommy!”

I look at my little brother and then at my closed door.

“I’m going to go make sure mommy’s ok.”

I try to get my hand away from Theo’s grasp, but he holds on tighter, “Don’t go! The monster will get you too!”

I give my brother a small smile and press a kiss to his head, “There’s no such thing as monsters, Theo.”

Y/n Y/l/n Age- 18

“Elena’s in the hospital.”

“Y/n?”

“How long has she been like this?”

“Too long.”

“I can still hear you two,” I mutter, not taking my eyes off my ceiling.

“Well, at least she’s not completely catatonic,” Alastair’s accent grates against my ears. 

“I’m not catatonic, I just want to be alone.”

There’s a silence for a moment, and I almost think my wish has been answered until my view of the ceiling is blocked by Theo looking down over me.

“Ya…not happening.”

I can’t even find the strength to roll my eyes as Theo puts his hands under my arms and forces me to sit up. 

I look to see Alastair standing at the end of my bed, looking slightly worse for wear, and Theo stands at my side. Both of them have their eyes stuck on me, and it’s been this way for the past few hours. Or at least Theo’s been watching over me for these past few hours, and Alastair just got here. Before he was here, he was probably off dealing with the fact that his sire is currently all veiny and out of commission, and that a history teacher turned vampire hunter vampire is currently trying to kill him and all vampires of his sire line. 

“Why’s Elena in the hospital?”

My voice sounds almost foreign to me. It lacks any emotion, and as I give it a thought, I realize I don’t think I even feel anything right now. I know I should probably be crying or throwing things and having a breakdown at the realization that I won’t see Klaus again, or the fact that my so-called friends went behind my back and desiccated him, but… I don’t really feel anything. It’s as if I’m just…here. Just going through the motions. Ever since Elena told me that Bonnie performed a spell to desicate Klaus, I’ve just felt…numb. Not sad, not angry, not tired, just numb. As the hours passed since Elena was taken home by the Salvatores, and Elijah drove me back to my house to a freaked-out Theo, I’ve continued to feel this way. When I got home, Elijah handed me off to Theo and told him that he’d be back; he just had to deal with some things. It’s been hours since then, and we’ve heard nothing from him. Not that I’ve cared enough to check my phone, but Theo has not been quiet these past hours talking to himself out loud about stupid vampires, and stupid Mystic Falls, and how one of these days he’s just going to pack our bags and move us to Vegas. 

Theo’s been quite attentive since I got home, bringing me food, food that I haven’t touched since even the idea of eating seems too much of a task right now, he’s constantly trying make me laugh or even just communicate with him, and a part of me knows that I shouldn’t shut out my younger brother but…honestly who fucking cares at this point? 

“She passed out. Jeremy just called and said he’s waiting for the doctors to talk to him.”

My eyes fixate on the small ballerina jewelry box my father gave to me when I was six, which is currently sitting on my desk, “Elena passed out? What’s new?”

I hear Alastair huff, and then I feel Theo sit down next to me, “Do you want to go see her?”

My gaze shifts from the ballerina to my brother, “Why would I want to do that?”

Theo’s eyebrows furrow, and his eyes search my face for something. And after a moment, he sighs, “She’s your best friend.”

“A best friend that desiccated her soulmate,” Alastair chimes up, and Theo whips around to glare at him.

“One, not helping, two, she wasn’t even a part of the plan to desiccate Klaus, and three, why the hell are you even here?”

Alastair unbuttons his jacket and then sits on the end of my bed, “The same reason you are.”

“I’m here because I’m her brother. Last time I checked, you’re just some annoying vampire who broke my sister's trust.”

Both of them continue arguing, but my eyes turn back towards the ballerina. Her y/h/c flows down her back as the light purple ballet dress she’s wearing contrasts against her y/s/c skin. My father had gotten it for me because he said when he saw it in the store, all he saw was his little girl.

Y/n Y/l/n Age- 6

I watch as the only other child in the school waiting area is picked up by her mother. I fidget with my ripped leggings as I watch their car pull away, and the on-duty teacher walks over to me with a scowl on her face.

“Your parents should’ve been here an hour ago, pickup was at 3, it’s 4:25 already.” 

Her scowl only worsens my mood, and I feel my lip quiver slightly at her raised voice. It’s not like I know where mommy and daddy are.

“Oh, finally, that better be one of them,” I hear her mutter.

I look up and see my father’s rusted blue pickup pull into the parking lot. After a moment, I see him hop out of his truck and over to us. He’s got a bashful smile on his face and raises his hands in surrender as he reaches us. 

“I know I’m sorry, I got held up at work and my wife is busy with our sick son,” My father gives the woman a smile, and after a moment, she just huffs.

“Well, next time be here at 3, I’m a teacher, not a babysitter.”

The woman walks away, and my father turns to me with a smirk, “She needs a day off.”

I smile back at him, and he leans down to grab my backpack. He pauses when he notices the scrapes on my knees, where my leggings are now ripped. 

“What happened there, Princess?”

I look away from him.

“Y/n?”

My father lightly grabs my chin to face him, he’s currently kneeling before me. My dad looks like a prince. He’s super handsome, and he looks like the princes in all my fairy tale books. One day, I’m going to marry a prince like him. 

“It’s nothing…just some kids on the playground today were being mean,” I say quietly with a shrug. 

My dad instantly stands up, “And why didn’t I get a call from the school?”

“I didn’t tell anyone…”

My dad instantly grabs my arm and pulls me up, and starts dragging me towards where the teacher just went.

“Daddy, please don’t tell her! Please!”

My dad stops, he notices his grip on my arm and releases his hand, and rubs over the area softly, “If you don’t speak up for yourself, they’re just going to keep hurting you, Princess.”

I nod and look away from him, embarrassed. 

My father is silent for a moment before he sighs and picks me up. 

“If something like this happens again, you tell me. And I’ll protect you.”

I nod and wrap an arm around my father’s neck as he carries me to his truck. 

“I got you something,” His tone is no longer harsh but instead filled with excitement. This isn’t something that is unusual with my daddy. Sometimes he can be really sad and won’t talk to me or my mommy or my baby brother for days, but then right after he’s completely happy again, and he’s buying mommy flowers and taking me for ice cream, or sometimes he’ll play music in the house and dance with us for hours until our feet hurt. I like happy daddy. I wish he would stay happy. 

“What is it?”

My dad beams a smile at me and opens the truck door, and sits me in the seat. He reaches behind me and pulls out a little box with a ballerina on it. 

“Wowwww, it’s so pretty!”

Excitement fills me as I look at the pretty ballerina.

“Do you wanna know why I picked this one out?”

I nod quickly and my dad twists a nob and music starts playing from the box, and the ballerina starts twirling, “I got it because it looks like my littlest princess. And every time you see her, I want you to know that I bought it because it represents my love for my little girl.”

I smile up at my dad and jump into his arms, “I love you, too.”

Present day-

“Why are we going to the Gilbert house again?”

Alastair gives my brother an annoyed look from his position in the passenger seat of my car. Theo is currently driving us, so who knows if we’ll actually reach our destination.

“Jeremy just got Elena back from the hospital and we need to get you know who out of that small ass house so… adventure time.”

Alastair gives my brother a look, “Right, so bringing her to the house filled with people that caused this problem,” He gestures to me with his thumb, “Is the best idea? And adventure? It’s a 20-minute drive.”

Theo thinks for a moment before grimacing and then shrugging, “Whoops, didn’t process that,” He then smirks at him, “And it might be 20 minutes for slow drivers like yourself, but I’m going to get us there in 8.”

—

7 minutes and 54 seconds is how long it took us. I know because I counted each second. I hear Theo and Alastair get out of the car and close their doors, but I don’t move. After a few moments, my car door opens, and my nostrils fill with the scent of something masculine and yet almost comforting.

“Elskan…”

Elijah leans down to look at me, but I don’t look at him. I just keep staring ahead. 

“She’s been like this since you left,” Theo says from behind him, and Elijah turns and says something to him. My brother narrows his eyes and the vampire.

“Fine. But I’ll be watching through the window,” Theo says as he gives both of us one more look before going into the Gilbert’s house.  

“Y/n, I need you to look at me.”

I don’t.

Elijah sighs, and then I feel his hand grab my cheek and force me to look at him. He looks tired. 

“I know you’re mad at me, My love… and I can’t express how sorry I am that I didn’t tell you about your mark, but… Klaus and I discussed it, and we thought it was best to wait until things calmed down before dropping that big news on you.”

I don’t say anything to him. I just blink. And then I blink again…and once more. Elijah’s jaw clenches at my lack of words, and then he runs a hand over his face.

“Y/n just…say something. Anything. Scream at me, hit me, cry, tell me you hate me…just say anything,” Elijah’s dark brown eyes burn into mine as they shine with exhaustion and unshed tears. 

Fucking crybaby. 

I open my mouth, and Elijah’s eyebrows raise, almost in excitement.

“I’m bored.”

His face drops.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and push past him to get out of the car. He trails after me as I reach the front door and open it up to find Elena standing there looking at me. 

“Y/n…hi,” Elena gives me a nervous smile, and I just walk past her and into the living room where Matt, Jenna, Stefan, and now my brother, and Alastair are sitting. They are watching me as I place myself on a chair. Everything is quiet until Elena gasps, “Elijah?!”

—

Elijah is telling everyone he wants Klaus’s desiccated body. They moved the conversation to the kitchen because they didn’t want to talk about it around me, but they’re quite literally in the next room over, and I can hear everything they’re saying. Elijah’s being all noble again, talking about how he wants Klaus’s body because they’re family, yada yada yada. 

The only one who didn’t go into the other room was my brother and Jenna, who both sit near me. Jenna is on the couch to my right, and Theo is sitting in the armchair to my left. 

“How are you holding up,” I feel Jenna place her hand on my arm, and I glance at her before turning back towards the burning fireplace.

“Fine.”

“Sweetie, it’s ok not to be ok. If you want to talk about it, I’m-”

“I said I’m fine,” I don’t mean to lash out at the older woman, she doesn’t deserve it but…that numb feeling is starting to go away and it’s being replaced by this annoyance because everyone and their fucking mothers is coddling me like a fucking baby.  

I turn away from the hurt look on Jenna’s face as I hear Matt Donovan‘s voice.

“Klaus is a monster, he deserved what he got.”

Y/n Y/l/n Age- 12

I shake Theo’s hand away and move towards the bedroom door slowly. My shaking hand freezes on the handle as a loud crash comes from outside. I want to turn away and hide under the covers with Theo, but I can’t let him know I’m afraid. I twist the knob and push open the door. The only noise I hear as I walk down the steps of the staircase is my loud, nervous breaths. 

“Stop it! What are you doing?!”

My mother’s shrill voice makes me jump and almost fall down the stairs. I release a shaky breath as I tiptoe down the stairs and peek my head around the wall to see why my mother is yelling. I expect to see a huge, ugly monster attacking my mom, but all I see is her and my dad. 

“Daddy?”

At the sound of my voice, my mother instantly gets a scared look. 

“Sweetie, go back upstairs, everything’s ok.” 

My mother tries walking over to me, but my father’s huge frame blocks her from me, and I jolt back as he shoves my mother away from me so hard she falls onto the floor. 

“Mommy!” 

I try to run to my mother, but a strong hand grabs me by the arm and picks me up.

“Okay?! Everything is not ok,” He yells, his loud voice booming throughout the house. 

His angry voice is something I’ve become used to by now. But he’d never grabbed or pushed us before. 

My father is still holding me, and it gives me the chance to smell the awful scent coming off of him. I’ve smelled it a few times, and I think I heard Mom say once to one of her friends about Daddy liking alcohol too much. I don’t know much about alcohol, but I know I don’t like it if it makes my dad mean. 

“Why don’t you tell your daughter how much of a WHORE her mother is,” My father practically throws me onto the ground and I land on my knees. 

Tears instantly welled in my eyes at the stinging pain, and I instantly crawled towards my mother, who quickly grabs me and pulls me behind her. 

“Mark, you need to calm down,” My mother raises her hands to my father, trying to calm him down, but this only seems to make him more angry.

I watch through watery eyes as my father grabs a dark bottle behind him and takes a long sip of it before turning and glaring at my mother and then at me. 

“She was my princess,” My father yells as he points to me and then to himself, “MINE!” 

“Mark, you don’t understand,” My mother tries to stand, and a m moment passes before a stinging pain shoots through my head. 

I hear my mother’s scream as I feel myself being pulled into someone's arms, “Baby, you’re ok. Just keep your eyes open, alright. Mommy will get you help.”

“I didn’t mean to hit her,” I hear my father’s voice come closer, and I start to get really tired. 

“Get out! Get the fuck out! And never come back!”

After a second, I open my eyes slightly and I see my mother rocking me with tears streaming down her face, “Don’t worry, baby, momma’s gonna keep you safe.”

That was the last time I ever saw Dad. 

Present Day-

“Hey, Y/n.”

Oh, great, my brother’s boyfriend is here. 

“How are you-”

“I wouldn’t ask her that if I were you,” My brother interrupts him and shakes his head. 

“When did you get here?”

Jeremy frowns and then glances at Theo, who shakes his head slightly. 

“About 20 minutes…You didn’t hear everything we just planned?”

Twenty minutes?

I shake my head, and Jeremy gives me a small smile, and then he and Theo tell me how they tricked Alaric into thinking Damon is dumping Klaus’ body in the woods and whilst he is looking for a body that won’t be there Rebekah is going to get Klaus’ body and then her, Elijah and Kol are going to go on the run from Alaric. 

“Ok.”

Jeremy and Theo both look unsettled by my lack of care. 

“Gentlemen, do you mind if Y/n and I have the room?”

They both turn to see Elijah standing behind them, and Theo groans in annoyance but still grabs Jeremy and Matt as they leave the room.

“I know you’re upset, but there are some things we need to discuss.”

I raise an eyebrow and wait for him to continue, “I know you now know of the plan, but…we need to discuss where you fall into this,” Elijah gives me a sadden look before continuing, “Because of your connection to myself and my brother that would mean that even if my family were to leave you here in Mystic Falls, you would still be in danger of being used as leverage against myself and my family from Alaric. Which is why… I need you to leave town with me. If you want, Theo can come as well, even your mother. But, we must leave as soon as Rebekah gets Klaus’ body.”

“No.”

Elijah seems displeased with my answer but not surprised.

“Elskan, I know this is hard, but-”

“I can’t just leave town, Elijah. I have a life here, I have friends and family. I haven’t even finished school,” I shake my head and stand up, and try to move around the suited Original. 

Elijah stops me with a dark look, “I understand that Y/n. Trust me. But you,” He places his finger on my chest, “Are my life. And I have always respected your choices and decisions, but this time I can’t. Not when it comes with the risk of you being harmed for being connected to me. You can be mad at me, you can even hate me, but you will hate me thousands of miles away from this small town.”

“Elijah I-”

“I. Love. You. There is nothing under the sun that I would not destroy if it meant keeping you safe. I have lost too much, but what I won’t lose is you. So you’re going to go home and pack now. Say your goodbyes.”

“What about my brother, Elijah?! He won’t just leave!”

“Yes, I will.”

We both turn to see my brother walk down the staircase with Jeremy following close behind. 

“Anywhere she goes, I go. I won’t lose you because you’re too stubborn to leave this stupid town. So if me going helps you leave, then I’ll go with you.”

I shake my head and walk over to my brother, “I can’t ask you to do that, Theodore. You have a life here.”

Theo shakes his head and grabs my hands in his, “You’re my sister, my mother, my father, and my best friend. You are my life. Besides, when was the last time we went on vacation,” Theo tries to joke, but I know he’s heartbroken at the realization he’s leaving his home. 

“We have to tell Mom.”

Theo pauses and then nods, “We say our goodbyes, and then we’ll go home to talk to her and then pack.”

“I’ll be there as soon as Rebekah calls, and pick you two up,” Elijah says as he walks up to us. 

“So this is it? We’re leaving?”

Theo looks to me and then back to Jeremy, who wears a solemn look.

“Ya, I guess we are.”

—

Jenna cried when I said my goodbyes. She told me that it wasn’t goodbye, just a see you later…but we both know this isn’t. Matt hugged me and told me to call him if I ever needed to, not sure why I need to call him of all people, but the thought was nice, I guess. Jeremy and my brother have been talking in his room for the past 10 minutes, saying their goodbye, and I feel horrible for splitting them up.

“You’re leaving?”

I pause as I reach the top of the stairs by Elena’s room and see Stefan staring at me with a sad look. 

“You heard.”

He nods.

We both stand in silence for a moment before Stefan takes a step forward, “I know you hate me. And you have every reason to. But I want you to know that I never wanted this. You, out of all people, deserve a normal and happy life. You shouldn’t have to run.”

“And yet here I am. Running.”

Stefan gives me a guilty look. Good. 

“I just want you to know that…I’m sorry. When I first met you, I knew you had a good heart. And over the time I got to know you I thought you and I would become good friends,” I go to chime in but he stops me, “And yes I know we could’ve if I hadn’t been a complete jackass and tried to kill you. Which I wouldn’t have, by the way. But… hopefully one day in the far future, if you ever change your mind on hating me…just know I’ll pick up the phone if you want to call.” 

I don’t say anything. I don’t know what to say. But I give him a smile, and that seems to be enough for him. 

I walk past him and stand at the entry of Elena’s room. My friend is currently pacing but stops when she sees me. She quickly gains a smile on her face, but as she notices my look of sadness, her face drops, and she takes a step towards me. 

“Y/n? What’s going on?”

“I’m…saying goodbye.”

Elena freezes and then shakes her head, “Goodbye? What are you going home?”

I don’t look at her as I shake my head.

“Well, if you’re not going home…then where are you going?”

I shrug, “I don’t actually know. But I just can’t be here. In Mystic Falls. I’m leaving with the Mikaelsons. Theo is coming too.”

I look up to see Elena shaking her head quickly, “No. No, you can’t leave. They can’t make you. You…You have a life here. You’re life is here. Your family is here, your friends. I’m here. You can’t just leave. What about school or your mom or-”

“Elena,” I stop her rambling, “Alaric will kill me if I stay. I know, and you know it too.”

Elena shakes her head and starts pacing again as if she’s trying to think of a solution, even though we both know there isn’t one. 

“You’re human, he won’t hurt you.”

She says it, but we both know we don’t believe it. And technically, I’m not fully human. 

I take a step into her room and she pauses and looks at me with tears in her bambi eyes. 

“I don’t want you to leave,” She says as her voice cracks. 

I feel a sob build in my throat, and it’s as if all the emotions I haven’t felt the past 12 hours have come rushing towards the surface as I feel tears explode out of my eyes. 

“I don’t want to leave.”

Elena drops onto the edge of her bed, and I sit beside her. Tears run down both of our faces, and I feel Elena grab my hand in hers. I tighten my hold on her hand, and I turn to face her. 

“I never had friends before you, y’know. Kids didn’t really like me very much growing up. I was always the odd one out. The weird and quiet one. And I know this is going to be weird to say, but…I’m happy I got kidnapped that first time with you,” I say this, and we both let out sobbing laughs, “So, thank you for taking a chance on me and being my friend.”

Elena lets out a small sob before launching herself at me into a hug. 

“I never took a chance on you, Y/n. You’re the one who took a chance on me. I dragged you through hell since the first time we met, and yet you’re still here. And I may have other friends, but…Well, I know that soulmates are just for the Originals, but…in another life, you’re my soulmate.”

I give her a shaking smile, “In another life.”

—

I leave a crying Elena as I walk out of her bedroom and shut the door. At the same time, Theo leaves Jeremy's door, and we both look like we’ve been through hell and back. 

“You ready?”

“I’m coming too.”

We both turn to see Alastair climbing the stairs. 

“You don’t have to do that, Alastair, Klaus is desiccated, you don’t have to follow his orders,” I shake my head.

“Good Lord, woman, do you ever hear what I say to you. I’m not going with you guys because of him. I’m going because of you.”

Theo and I share a glance, and he just shrugs.

“Ok… then I guess we’re all going.”

—

“Still nothing from Damon?”

Theo asks as he pulls down the road that connects to our house.

I shake my head, “No.”

“Why are you even calling him? I thought you hated him?”

I pause. 

“I honestly don’t know. I mean, I lived with the guy for months. I told him things I’ve only ever told you. Before he betrayed me, he was like an older brother, I guess. I don’t know, it’s probably pathetic, but I just wanted to have a final goodbye.”

Theo reaches over the console and grabs my hand, “It’s not. It means you’re human. Well…not entirely.”

I shove him, “Ass.”

We both let out small laughs as we pulled into our house.

“Y/n?”

Theo’s shocked voice startles me. 

“What?”

He points his finger forward, and I feel my body freeze up when I see the blue pick up. 

— 

“Theo, stay here!” 

I try to hold my younger brother back, but he pushes past me, “Hell no. I want to see that Bastard for myself.”

I want to stop him, but he pushes past me and runs into the house. 

I run after him, and as I enter the house, I freeze when the man I once loved and called Dad stares back at me. 

“What the hell are you doing here, you bastard,” Theo growls at the man. 

“You’re calling the wrong person, bastard, son,” Marc says as he glares at me.

“Marc, I told you you need to leave,” Our mother yells at him, and that’s when I notice the small cut in her lip. 

Theo must notice this too because he instantly charges at our father, “You hit my mother!”

Before I or my mother stops him, Theo throws a fist into Marc’s face as hard as he can, sending the man flying backwards into the wall. 

“You little asshole!” 

Marc stands back up and goes to charge at my brother, but I push Theo behind me.

“Don’t you dare put a finger on him, you asshole!”

My father pauses as he stares at me. Then he releases a sick laugh as he shakes his head. 

“If I still thought you were mine, I’d be proud in this moment to see you finally grew yourself a backbone. Too bad you’re whore of a mother made sure you weren’t mine!”

A harsh slap hits my face, and I fly backwards, knocking Theo down with me. I hear a loud thump, and I quickly turn and see Theo with his eyes closed. A wave of panic rushes over me, making me completely forget everything around me as I try to shake my brother awake.

“Theodore! Theo, wake up! Please! PLEASE!”

A crashing pain to my ribs knocks the breath out of me and throws me off my brother.

“You BASTARD! You killed him! You killed my son!”

I clutch my ribs as I stare wide-eyed at Marc as he looms over me.

I shake my head and try to deny it, crying as I speak, but he just looks down at me with an anger I’ve never seen on anyone before.

“I wish that bottle to the head would’ve killed you, you bitch!” 

Marc charges at me, but my mother jumps on his back, stopping him. 

“Baby, RUN!”

I look to my mother and then to my unconscious brother, and then turn and run down the hallway into my bedroom. 

Shaky breaths escape from me as I lock my door and grab the closest thing to me to protect myself. I walk to the corner of the room and wait. I hear my mother yell out in pain, and my sobs get louder. Everything is quiet after another moment. That is, until I hear the steps of loud boots. 

“Come out, Princess. I’m sorry. You know I don’t mean it when I get angry. I just can’t control it sometimes. So just come out and we can start over, okay. Think of your brother… he needs a doctor.”

The boots stop in front of my door. 

“Princess… OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!”

The door threatens to break apart as my father continues to kick it. I quickly look around to find anywhere to hide, and when I see my window, an idea pops into my head. 

I quickly open my window and then hide under my bed and wait. I have to bite my lip from not releasing a gasp as the door finally gives in and breaks off its hinges. The next few moments of my father looking in my room and then pausing at my window seem to go on forever. I only release a breath of relief when he swears and runs out of the room, hopefully outside where he thinks I ran. 

I give it another moment before I slip out from under my bed and run to the living room. Tears fill my eyes as I see my mother holding Theo’s unconscious body on her lap. I kneel down, and that’s when I notice the blood trickling down her forehead. 

“Momma?”

My mother pauses, stroking Theo’s head as she looks up at me. The blood falls down her face, but she doesn’t seem to notice or care. Her eyelids drop, and I quickly grab her and shake her shoulders.

“Mama, wake up, please!”

My mother’s eyelids peel open, and she gives me a bloody smile and raises her hand and strokes the side of my face. 

“My beautiful baby girl, I’m sorry I wasn’t always able to protect you… But this time I did. Right? I did?”

Her head drops, and I release a loud sob, and I shake her body.

“Mommy, please, please, mommy, wake up,” I’m wailing now. Salty tears and snot fill my mouth as I continue to yell for my mom, “Please don’t leave me! Don’t leave me…”

“You destroy everything you touch, don’t you?”

I turn over my shoulder to see Marc standing behind me. 

“You killed your brother, you killed your mother, and now you have nothing.”

I look at my mother and then towards Theo, and I close my eyes and throw my head back as I release a painful wail. 

“A bastard like you doesn’t deserve to mourn my family!”

My head is thrown back farther as he grabs my hair and pulls me away from my dead mother and brother. I feel him pull me, and then I feel a harsh kick to the ribs again. He does it over and over again, and I take it. I deserve it. I killed Theo. I’m the reason my mom is dead. I deserve to be dead, too. 

A harsh kick to my lower back pushes me over to where Theo is lying, and I admire the soft look on his face as the hits keep coming. A small groan fills my ears, and I realize it isn’t mine. I narrow my eyes at my brother, and that’s when I notice the small shift of his chest. 

He’s still breathing. 

My baby brother is still alive. 

But he won’t be if I leave him here with his father.

Stand up, Y/n. 

Fight back, Y/n. 

GET UP, Y/N!

“Seriously! Now you fight back? Why? You have nothing to live for.”

Marc finds enjoyment in watching me stagger up, he’s too busy gloating that he doesn’t catch my hand, grab a hold of something. 

“You’re wrong,” I choke on my own blood as I speak.

He takes a step closer, “I’m sorry I didn’t catch that. Say it one more time,” His mocking tone sends a wave of anger through me. 

“I said. You are WRONG,” At the final word, I throw my hand back and then thrash it forward into my father's neck. 

We’re both silent for the next moment. Me, because it hurts to speak, and him, because I stabbed him right in the neck. 

Blood spurts out of his mouth as he reaches up and pulls the small ballerina from my jewelry box out of his neck. Blood spurts from the wound and soaks my face, but I don’t care. Fuck him. Let the bitch bleed. 

Marc staggers back and falls onto the ground, dropping the ballerina right next to him. I stalk over to him and watch as he stains our carpet with his tainted blood. 

He reaches out a hand for me, and I take it and kneel beside him.

“Don’t speak. You’ll just bleed out faster,” I whisper to him with no ounce of remorse. 

He gurgles on his blood, and I stand up. 

I raise my foot and with one stomp, I break his neck. 

I stare at my fathers, Marc’s limp body, and then I look at my mother and father. With the little strength I have left, I fall to my knees and crawl towards them. I’m about to reach them when a blinding pain flows throughout my body. It feels as if every bone in my body is cracking and my body is on fire. 

And then it stops. 

I lean down and place my head in my mother’s lap right next to Theo’s. 

“Y/n?”

I look up and see Alastair kneeling before us with a look of horror on his face. 

I cough out blood as I try to smile at him.

He quickly bites into his wrist and forces it to my mouth. 

My eyes flutter shut, but not before I hear him say three words. 

Klaus. Is. Dead.

THE END OF BOOK ONE

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It’s the pairings second pregnancy and their toddler is crying cause they want to hold the baby now but the reader is still pregnant

hahaha the second I read this I could picture the scene. I decided to do it with Finnick <333

dad!Finnick Odair x pregnant!reader who's daughter throws a fit [1.3k words]

CW: kid fic, pregnancy, fem!reader, briefly alludes to past forced prostitution, fluff

The duffle bag thrown over Finnick’s shoulder had felt like shackles as he left for the Capitol �� years long passed since he’s ever had to service anyone, yet every trip back feels like salt in an open, festering wound – but the bag now feels like an armour as he takes the steps up to the house two at a time. 

He’s home. 

He’s borderline emotional at the familiar sight of the front door of the home – no, the sanctuary – that the two of you have built together in District Four; he can hear the cash of waves in the distance as the tide recedes, the seagulls arguing over a bottom dweller caught in the tide, Ms. Marion’s dog barking a few houses down. 

The tension finally leaves his shoulders as he takes in a deep breath; he’s home.

He’s already got a smile on his face as he turns the knob, ready to embrace everything he’s ever needed in life.

He opens the door and is immediately met with the sound of wailing. 

Finnick quickly drops his bag – the sound of his cologne bottle at the bottom of the duffle meeting the hardwood floor with a nerve wracking clack – as he examines his immediate surroundings. 

The entryway seems to be in tiptop shape save for one of Marina’s baby dolls which lays upside down with its legs up the wall, its head pointed towards Finnick as if saying help me. 

“Hello?” He tries, and he hears you hum and haw at whatever his little tyke has done. 

“‘Rina,” you admonish gently, half begging half chiding, “c’mon now, up you get; let’s go say hi to daddy.”

“NO!” The little monster shrieks, and Finnick smiles despite himself. 

He rounds the corner to quite the sight; you stand in the middle of the hallway with your hands on your hips, somehow managing to see over your heavily rounded belly where you cock an eyebrow at your theatrical daughter who has thrown herself onto the ground in a fit of rage. 

“Marina,” Finnick laughs at the sight, mimicking your pose as he looks down at her with his hands on his hips, “what are you doing down there, sweetheart?” 

Marina’s only response is another shriek, though you snort out a laugh. “I’d tread lightly on the term sweet; I think she’s feeling rather sour today.”

Finnick hums in acknowledgement as he steps over his daughter and makes it to you, pressing a kiss to your temple and pulling your back into his front as he takes some of your own weight off of you. “My little pickle.” 

“A little pickle indeed.” You agree. 

“What’s caused such a ruckus?” 

Your hands land on top of his where they link up beneath your heavy bump, your thumb trailing back and forth along his knuckles. “Marina, why don’t you tell daddy why you’re so upset?” 

Marina, for her part, sucks in a breath as though she’s ready to tell Finnick all about it, but she’s so worked up she merely chokes on it. 

“Baby girl, you’ve gotta relax.” He chides, pressing a parting kiss to the juncture of your neck before he’s bending down to be at Marina’s height. Well…if Marina were standing and not in a toddler-shaped heap on the ground. 

“I wa- I wanna hold- hold the baby!” She admits between hiccups and sobs, the end of her sentence stretching into another drawn out wail as Finnick shares a bemused look with you. 

All you do is wink at him. 

“Yes, sweetheart, I know. You’ve been practicing with your baby dolls, right?”

“I want to hold the baby!” She emphasizes with a kick of her leg; Finnick winces as her heel comes down on the hardwood in a manner he imagines must send tingles right up to her spine. 

“Yes, Marina.” Finnick assures her. “You’ve done so well practicing. We’ll have lots of fun when the baby-”

“I want to hold the baby now!” 

And well, now Finnick is just stumped. 

“But…” he starts, scratching the back of his neck as he looks up at you. You roll your eyes with a good natured shake of your head “the baby’s not here yet.”

“There’s no point trying to reason with the unreasonable, Finn.” You tell him as Marina lets out another ear-piercing shriek. 

Things make a lot more sense when Finnick lifts his wrist to check is watch. 

“Ah,” he hums in understanding, rising from his crouched position, “nap time.”

Marina begins to wail a string of no’s which go ignored by both her parents as Finnick easily plucks her up from the floor and uses one arm to hold her to his side as though she were a football. 

It’s not long after Finnick relieves Marina from her now-sweaty clothes, closes the blinds to her bedroom, and turns on an oscillating fan that Marina’s asleep; her lips parted as the last of her temper tantrum peeters out of her system through shuddering breaths. 

Her cheek is smooshed against Finnick’s chest and he still sees his little baby there, in the divot of her cupid's bow and the dimples that line the knuckles of her pudgy little hand where it clings to Finnick’s shirt like a lifeline. She’s so excited to be a big sister, to be big, but she’s still just his little girl. 

“I was working myself up to bend down and pick her up when you walked in.” You announce from the doorway, leaning against it as you watch Finnick rocking back-and-forth in the rocking chair you’d once used to nurse your little girl. “I’m sorry to have put that on you, and the second you walked in, no less.”

Finnick’s shaking his head at you before you even finish. “I’m sorry you’d been handling a stage four meltdown all alone. Has she been terribly fussy while I was gone?” 

It’s your turn to shake your head, straightening up before walking towards the two of them, reaching forward to move some damp baby hairs from your daughter’s forehead. “No, she was an angel. Probably just overtired and eager to have her dad home.”

Finnick hums noncommittally. “I think she’s very eager to meet her baby sibling.” 

His hand lands on your bump and your hand lands on top of his before you move it to a much firmer portion of your stomach; a knee or a head poking the love line along his palm. 

“They’re very eager to meet her, too.” You murmur quietly, eyes falling closed as Finnick gently massages your bump. 

“And me?” Finnick asks with a besotted smile when you re-open your eyes.

You don’t bother answering, though, when the hard point beneath your stomach jumps beneath the palm of his hand. 

Finnick cranes his neck to rest his forehead against your belly, your hands moving up his shoulders and into his hair. 

“I’m so excited to meet you.” He tells your growing belly, clutching the baby in his one arm tighter. “You’ve got the best family waiting here for you.” 

Your belly jumps as you breathe out a laugh. “And I promise there’s usually less screaming.” You add, encouraging Finnick to look up at you.

“I really am sorry, Finn.” You tell him with a chagrined furrow of your brows. “I didn’t want you to come home from the Capitol to that, I-”

“All I wanted was to come home, honey.” He promises you, threading the fingers of his free hand through one of yours as brings your knuckles to his lips. “This is everything I’ve ever needed.” 

Your lips tighten as you blink back tears, one hand in Finnick’s and one on the fluttering in your stomach. “Me too, Finn.”

© ellecdc; do not copy, translate, or repost my work anywhere under any circumstances.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Y/N thought it was just a simple gesture returning Tom’s jumper. But when she approaches him in the common room, she’s met with something far more intense than expected. Tom doesn’t just want the sweater back he wants her to understand that it was never about the jumper.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Wanted to write more of You like it, it's yours

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The common room was quiet for once, the low crackle of the fire filling the silence.

Y/N stood near the hearth, Tom’s dark jumper folded neatly in her arms.

She spotted him across the room, leaned back in one of the high-backed chairs with a book in hand though she knew he wasn’t truly reading.

His eyes had flicked to her the moment she entered.

Summoning what courage she had, Y/N stepped toward him, her fingers gripping the soft fabric tighter.

“Here,” she said softly, holding out the jumper. “I washed it. Thought you might want it back.”

Tom looked up slowly, gaze dropping to the jumper and then back to her face.

He didn’t move to take it.

Instead, his brow arched with the faintest touch of disbelief. “You washed it?”

“Yes,” she said. “And folded it. Thought—”

He stood in one smooth motion, the book dropping shut with a soft thud.

“Do you think I put that on you just for you to return it like a library loan?”

Her cheeks flushed. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”

Tom stepped into her space, taking the jumper from her arms without waiting for permission.

“Turn around,” he said, voice low.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“Turn,” he repeated, already unfolding the jumper.

Heat spread through her as she obeyed, unsure if it was nerves or him or both.

Tom draped the jumper over her shoulders and began pulling it gently down her arms, smoothing the sleeves with careful fingers.

As he leaned in to adjust the collar near her neck, Tom stood back to admire her, he murmured to himself more than anything.

“Dear Merlin, love” He looked at her like he didn’t want her to take it off.

Y/N froze.

Then he bent lower, so close she felt his breath on her jaw. “Jumpers’ yours. And so am I. Got it?”

Her breath hitched, and her whole body flushed.

She nodded because she couldn’t form words, because it was true, and because something in her melted every time he touched her like she mattered more than the world.

Tom smirked, satisfied, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek before walking away like he hadn’t just publicly claimed her with a sweater.

Y/N stood rooted in place, still swimming in warmth both from the jumper and the boy who refused to take it back.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐭? 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -Y/N compliments Tom Riddle’s jumper, she doesn’t expect him to strip off and put it on her right in front of everyone. With one simple “arms up,” Tom dresses her himself smug, possessive, and entirely unbothered by the stunned audience. If there was ever a doubt he was obsessed with her, this moment erased it.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 -Inpsired by Pure words by Inelepeuch..aka a tiktok I saw. I don't think the book is actually published but already obsessed.

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The Slytherin common room buzzed with lazy conversation and the crackle of the fire.

Y/N sat on the arm of a velvet sofa, chatting with a few friends, her legs crossed and her hands wrapped around a warm mug of cocoa.

Across the room, Tom Riddle leaned against the opposite wall, dark eyes flickering to her more often than not that he’d admit it.

She glanced up mid-sentence and caught sight of him. A small smile tugged at her lips.

“Nice jumper, Riddle,” she called, casual but sincere.

He blinked.

Just two words. Nice jumper.

But to Tom Riddle feared, cold, unreadable those words might as well have been a love confession. She likes my jumper, his brain repeated like a prophecy.

Without missing a beat, Tom pulled the dark, perfectly fitted jumper over his head. The motion was smooth, but enough to reveal a glimpse of his surprisingly toned stomach lean muscle, pale skin, honed perfection.

A collective silence briefly rippled through the room.

Y/N’s eyes widened, heat rushing to her cheeks. “Wha—?”

He was already walking toward her, jumper in hand, his undershirt slightly wrinkled from the removal but clinging just enough to remind everyone he had abs and he knew it.

Tom was striding across the room with the jumper in hand and a slight smirk on his lips. He didn’t even break eye contact.

He stopped right in front of her and spoke in that calm, cool voice that always made her nerves buzz.

“Up.”

She blinked again, thrown. “What?”

“Arms. Up.”

And, like a fool, a very red fool, she did as instructed.

Her friends gawked. Pansy actually choked on her cocoa.

He slipped the jumper over her head like it was the most natural thing in the world, careful and slow, his fingers brushing against her sides as he helped her arms through the sleeves.

The moment it was on, the scent of him enveloped her dark spice, old parchment, and something rich and unmistakably Tom.

She was flushed to her ears by the time her head poked through the collar.

“You like the jumper,” he said simply, voice low. “It’s yours.”

Y/N just sat there, frozen as he stepped back, utterly smug, arms now crossed over his white undershirt like he hadn’t just stripped in front of the entire common room because she made a passing comment.

“You— You really didn’t have to—” she started, fumbling with the hem of the sweater now hanging off her like a blanket.

He just nonchalantly shrugged then walked back to his corner, as if nothing happened except for the faintest, triumphant curl of his lips.

The room had gone entirely silent.

Y/N sat frozen, swimming in a jumper that was far too big and far too him, trying to process what had just happened.

Her friends gawked. Pansy whispered, “Did he just dress her?” like she couldn’t believe her own eyes.

Y/N stared after him, cheeks aflame, fingers curled into the sleeves of his jumper.

Tom Riddle might’ve ruled with fear and brilliance but in that moment, everyone realized something terrifying:

The Dark Lord’s son was completely whipped.

And all it took was a compliment.

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -Someone flirts too boldly with Tom Riddle, Y/N’s possessiveness turns deadly — she kills without hesitation, consumed by love and fury. But instead of recoiling, Tom is proud. He comforts her, helps her hide the body with calm precision, and assures her that her ruthlessness only binds them closer.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Requested: "Maybe y/n getting possessive and killing someone for Tom??"

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The corridor was silent. The kind of silence that hung too still, too thick. The kind that came after something irreversible.

Y/N stood still, her wand clutched tightly in her hand, the tip still faintly glowing. Her breathing was shallow, uneven.

A few feet away, the body of the student who’d dared to touch Tom, to flirt a little too boldly, lay crumpled and lifeless.

The echo of the Killing Curse had barely faded.

She didn’t flinch when she heard footsteps. She didn’t move when the shadows shifted because she already knew who it was.

Tom.

He stopped beside her, his eyes flickering down to the body, then slowly up to her face. No shock. No disapproval.

Just a slow, dangerous smirk. “Well,” he said casually, “you’ve been holding back.”

Y/N’s lip trembled, but not from fear from the weight of what she’d just done. “She touched you. She laughed at your joke. She—she wanted you. I couldn’t—” Her voice cracked.

Tom stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, uncaring of the bloodstained floor behind her. “You killed her for me?”

Her throat bobbed as she nodded. “I didn’t think. I just… couldn’t stand it. The idea of anyone else thinking they had the right to even look at you like that—” She stopped, eyes glistening, not sure if she was confessing love or madness.

Tom’s expression softened in the way it only did for her. “That’s love,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead gently. “Real love.”

Then he looked back at the body and rolled his sleeves up with practiced ease. “Get the corridor locked. I’ll take care of the mess.”

Y/N blinked. “You’re not… upset?”

“Darling,” he said, already levitating the body with a flick of his wand, “you’ve just proven you’re everything I ever wanted. I’m proud of you.”

She watched as he worked calm, precise, and utterly unfazed — and something in her heart twisted, not in horror… but in belonging.

This wasn’t madness.

This was devotion.

And as he turned back to her, brushing an invisible speck from his coat, he said with quiet certainty, “Next time, wait for me. I’d like us to do it together.”

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -Mattheo Riddle isn’t expecting anything—especially not his mum, Y/N, waiting outside his lecture hall with a box of his favorite pastries and floating hot cocoa. With her warmth, wit, and unwavering love, she brings laughter and light back into his day, reminding him he’s never alone—no matter how far from home he is.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Wanted to write a scene with Y/N cheering up her son...

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The stone corridors of the university buzzed with students shuffling out of afternoon lectures, bags slung over shoulders, scrolls in hand, and the scent of parchment and ink clinging to the air.

Among them, Mattheo Riddle walked quietly, his shoulders slightly slouched, expression unreadable — tired, distracted.

He ran a hand through his hair, barely noticing the world around him.

Until—

“Mattheo Thomas Riddle. Do not pretend you don’t see me.”

He froze.

That voice.

Familiar. Soft. Warm like cocoa and winter fires.

He turned slowly — and there she was.

His mum, Y/N, standing just past the corridor archway with a bright grin on her face, holding a bakery box in one hand and a floating tray of hot chocolates bobbing gently beside her.

“…Mum?”

“Surprise!” she sang. “Operation Sweet Tooth is now in full effect.”

His tired eyes lit up instantly. “Wait—what are you doing here?”

“Cheering up my favorite firstborn with sugar, hugs, and an illegal amount of carbs,” she replied, holding out the box. “Also, don’t ask how I got through the campus wards. Let’s just say the Headmaster owes me a favor.”

Mattheo laughed, the tension in his body visibly loosening as he made his way over and immediately pulled her into a hug. A real one. Tight, grounding.

“You didn’t have to do this,” he mumbled against her shoulder.

“I know,” she said softly, hugging him just as tightly. “But I wanted to.”

They sat down on a nearby bench tucked beside a large window. She opened the bakery box with a dramatic flourish — revealing jam tarts, chocolate éclairs, treacle fudge, and his childhood favorite: lemon cupcakes with little gold star sprinkles.

Mattheo blinked. “You remembered the lemon cupcakes?”

“You threatened to hex your father once because he tried to eat the last one. I remember everything.”

He snorted, reaching for one and taking a bite. “Gods, I missed this.”

“I missed you,” she said, handing him the hot chocolate. “How are you holding up, really?”

He paused for a second. Then, softer: “I’ve had better weeks.”

Y/N rested her hand on his knee, gently. “You don’t have to do it all on your own, Matty. You’ve got a whole family. And you've always got me.”

“I know,” he whispered, looking at her with eyes that were a little red but full of love. “I’m lucky.”

She smiled, brushing his hair back with a familiar motherly swipe. “You’re mine. Of course you’re lucky.”

He laughed again, leaning his head briefly on her shoulder as he sipped the cocoa.

Outside, the rain began to fall again. But inside the stone halls, Mattheo Riddle, tired and worn, felt something settle in his chest.

He wasn’t alone.

And for now, that was everything.

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𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 — 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Y/N settles down for her daily charmed mirror call with Hermione, but Tom—feeling uncharacteristically clingy—intercepts the moment with quiet affection and a possessive smirk. Ignoring the mirror’s glow, he pulls her into his lap, insisting she stay with him instead.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Realised I didn't write one fic with just Tom and Y/N soo.....

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The soft golden glow of evening filtered into the Riddle home, painting everything in a warm, sleepy hue.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the plush velvet settee in the study, brushing her fingers over the surface of a small, ornate mirror resting on her lap.

The charmed glass shimmered slightly at her touch — a connection waiting to be made.

Just as the mirror began to warm beneath her fingers, a larger hand gently closed over hers, halting the spell before it could activate.

Y/N glanced up, blinking. “Tom?”

Tom stood beside her, shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms, book in one hand and a familiar look of quiet mischief in his eyes. He set the book down wordlessly and sank onto the settee beside her.

She tilted her head. “You okay?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he took the mirror from her hands, gently set it aside on the table, then pulled her into his lap with practiced ease.

His arms wrapped around her waist as he buried his face into her shoulder like a petulant child. A very elegant, dark, and calculating petulant child.

“You’re not calling Hermione,” he murmured into her neck.

Y/N huffed a laugh, leaning back slightly to look at him. “Tom— I always call Hermione at this time.”

He lifted his head, meeting her gaze with a deadpan expression. “Exactly. Which means I’ve got about five seconds left before I’m ignored for thirty minutes.”

She raised an amused brow. “You literally sat next to me all day.”

“Not the point.” He rested his chin on her collarbone, voice a little more genuine now. “I missed you. And I require your attention. Immediately.”

“Clingy,” she teased, brushing a hand through his hair.

“Possessive,” he corrected, tone dry but his smirk betraying him. “And tragically in love.”

Y/N bit her lip, heart fluttering.

Just then, the mirror on the table pulsed faintly — Hermione attempting to call her.

Tom reached out lazily, turned the mirror face-down, and looked back at Y/N. “She’ll live. I, however, am wasting away.”

Y/N laughed, burying her face in his shoulder. “You’re absurd.”

“But you love me,” he said matter-of-factly, smugness growing as she leaned into him more.

“I really do,” she murmured.

He tilted her chin up, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, then one to her forehead.

“Good,” he whispered. “Because you’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” she grinned.

He smirked, pulling her tighter. “Always”

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𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐚’𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -Tom Riddle decides to experiment with a bold mustache, he doesn't expect his own toddlers, Silas and Lilith, to burst into tears and accuse him of being a stranger. As chaos ensues, older siblings Mattheo, Delphini, and Marvolo arrive just in time to witness the meltdown—and roast him mercilessly. Between toddler trauma and sibling sarcasm, Tom quickly learns that not all style risks are worth it… especially when your biggest critics call you “Dada.”

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Requested: "Maybe Tom growing a mustache and the twins are like "Where's dada?" And starts crying because they don't recognize him with the beard??"

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The morning had been suspiciously quiet. Too quiet. Which, in the Riddle household, was never a good sign.

Y/N sat curled on the couch, flipping through a book when she heard the heavy steps of Tom descending the stairs.

"Darling," he called smoothly, as if he hadn't spent the last week mysteriously disappearing into the bathroom with a charm razor and far too much smug energy.

Y/N looked up and blinked. Her hand went still on the page.

"Tom… what is on your face?"

He smirked, stroking the rather bold, definitely questionable mustache that now adorned his upper lip. “A statement,” he said.

"It’s a war crime," Y/N muttered.

Before she could continue roasting him, the twins came waddling into the room, hand in hand, Silas dragging a blanket and Lilith already chewing on one of her brother’s sleeves.

They looked up.

Then froze.

Lilith’s eyes narrowed, then went wide. “Dada?” she asked tentatively, pointing at Tom.

Tom stepped forward with that same proud smirk. “Yes, little one, it’s your father.”

Lilith took a step back. Silas grabbed her hand.

Then both burst into tears.

“DADA GONE!” Silas howled, pointing in accusation. “STRANGER MAN.”

Y/N snorted into her hand, biting back laughter as Tom crouched down, confused but still smug. “It’s me! I just—enhanced my face.”

“YOU STOLE DADA’S FACE,” Lilith sobbed, clinging to Silas.

Just then, the front door creaked open and in walked Mattheo, Delphini, and Marvolo are back from errands.

And right on cue, they stopped and stared at the scene: crying twins, a baffled Tom with a horrid mustache, and Y/N on the edge of hysterical laughter.

Mattheo blinked, then grinned wide. “Merlin’s stache—oh wait, he’s wearing it.”

Delphini was wheezing. “Dad?What. Is that. Atrocious caterpillar on your face?”

Marvolo raised an unimpressed brow. “You look like you lost a duel with a seventies portrait.”

Tom stood, unbothered as ever. “It’s a temporary change. Experimentation.”

“Yeah, well, your children are traumatized,” Mattheo pointed, as Silas attempted to hide behind Y/N’s legs.

Y/N finally cracked up. “They really don’t think it’s you. Silas called you ‘stranger man.’”

Tom sighed, pulling out his wand to reverse the charm.

The second the mustache vanished, Lilith stopped mid-sob and gasped, “DADA!”

She ran straight into his arms, Silas close behind her.

Tom smiled smugly again. “See? They stopped.”

“They just hate the mustache,” Marvolo muttered.

Mattheo clapped a hand on Tom’s back. “Next time you feel like expressing yourself, do us all a favor and don’t.”

Tom, still holding the twins, looked down at Y/N. “I thought it gave me a bit of flair.”

Y/N leaned up to kiss his cheek. “It gave you a bit of trauma.”

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -Before dinner, Tom gathers the children for their ritual reminder: Mum is the top priority. From babbling toddlers to eye-rolling teens, each of the Riddles affirms their loyalty to their mother, leaving Y/N amused and a little touched by their family-wide devotion.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Lowkey have been waiting to write this....when i wrote the original I pictured the twins babbling the line and well this came to be...

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The Riddle dining room was buzzing with noise, plates clinking and soft chatter echoing off the enchanted ceiling, which glowed a warm amber to reflect the golden hour outside.

Everyone was seated, waiting as Y/N put the finishing touches on dinner in the kitchen.

Tom stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, exuding authority with his usual calm dominance. He surveyed his family with a sharp look that made even the older kids sit up straighter.

“Right,” he said. “You know the rule. Say it with me.”

A collective groan swept across the table — except from the twins, who were already mimicking their father by crossing their arms and puffing up their chubby little cheeks.

“Rule number one,” Tom intoned smoothly, “protect and look after Mum.”

Mattheo sat up straighter without hesitation. “Protect and look after Mum,” he echoed with full sincerity. He didn’t even blink.

Delphini, already rolling her eyes, muttered, “Obviously. She’s Mum. No one touches her.”

Marvolo, sprawled on the table like the dramatic soul he was, let out a sigh loud enough to rival a storm. “Protect and look after Mum,” he groaned, not even lifting his head from his folded arms.

Lilith and Silas only just managing full sentences—babbled in unison with bright eyes: “P’tet an’ look Mummy!”

They clumsily mirrored their father, arms crossed with serious expressions, though Silas’s biscuit crumbled all over his lap.

Tom gave a single, satisfied nod.

That’s when Y/N walked in with a steaming tray in her hands, pausing in the doorway as she took in the sight of her entire family—her husband, her five chaotic children were chanting or grumbling the same rule with wildly different energies.

She burst out laughing.

“Oh Merlin, you’re making them do the mantra again?” she teased, setting the tray down on the table.

Tom turned toward her, completely unapologetic. “It’s not a mantra. It’s a lifestyle.”

Mattheo stood and helped her with the dishes without needing to be asked, kissing her cheek in passing. “It’s true, Mum. I’ve made people cry for less.”

Marvolo groaned louder. “It’s like a cult. A weird, mum-worshipping cult.”

Delphini threw a carrot at him. “Shut it, you’re in it too.”

Lilith and Silas giggled from their high chairs, still whispering, “Look after Mummy,” while trying to feed each other peas.

Y/N shook her head fondly, brushing a kiss against Tom’s cheek. “You’re lucky I like being worshipped.”

Tom smirked and slipped his arm around her waist. “You’re the sun we all orbit. They might forget to brush their teeth, but they’ll never forget rule number one.”

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𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐎𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - While their older brother is away at university, Delphini and Marvolo sneak another look into their parents’ dramatic youth—where an argument over potion ingredients leads to an unforgettable first kiss.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - It's been a while since I've written a Looking Glass Fics so...here you go...

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The tapestry near the Chamber of Secrets rustled softly, as if moved by an unseen breeze. But there was no wind only the gentle hum of ancient magic.

Delphini Riddle pressed her palm to the cold stone beneath the writhing serpent carving.

The wall shimmered, parting to reveal the now-familiar glow of the portal.

A flickering swirl of green and gold twisted in the air, pulsing with memories long buried beneath Hogwarts’ walls.

She glanced over her shoulder, tucking a strand of curly hair behind her ear. “It’s weird going in without Mattheo.”

Marvolo, just a head shorter than his sister but with the same sharp Riddle eyes, gave a small nod. “Yeah. First time since... ever.”

“Stupid university,” Delphini muttered, her voice more fond than bitter. “He graduates Hogwarts and leaves us to relive Mum and Dad’s soap opera alone.”

Marvolo smirked faintly. “He did say we’d be addicted.”

Delphini arched a brow. “And he was right.”

They stepped through the portal together, the world rippling around them, drawing them once more into the past.

The green-tinged flames cast long shadows across the stone floor, reflecting off the silver-trimmed furniture. It was quiet almost too quiet but that was always the case before the storm of tension that was them.

Tom Riddle stood near the hearth, hands folded behind his back, his expression carved from cool marble.

But even from their hidden corner, Delphini and Marvolo could see it: the tightness in his jaw, the twitch in his eye, the way his gaze followed her like a hawk’s.

Y/N was pacing.

“I didn’t sabotage your potion, Tom,” she snapped, arms flailing. “You’re just mad because it didn’t turn out perfect.”

“You coughed,” Tom shot back, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Right as I was adding the hellebore. That’s not a coincidence.”

“Oh my God,” she groaned, tossing her head back. “You are insane. I’m not plotting your downfall because I coughed!”

“I don't get distracted.” His voice was cold, too calm. “Unless someone makes me.”

That gave her pause.

From the shadows, Delphini grinned. “He’s spiraling.”

Marvolo crossed his arms. “Honestly, it’s like watching a Greek tragedy. But with more hormones.”

Tom stepped forward suddenly. Before Y/N could respond, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her with shocking ease.

“Tom—what—HEY—” she gasped, laughing as she squirmed in his grip.

He dropped her gently onto the velvet couch and climbed over her, his face inches from hers. His hands braced on either side of her head.

Their breathing was fast, uneven. The fire crackled behind them.

He hesitated, eyes flickering lips parting slightly as though to speak, but no words came. The space between them was barely a breath.

Then Y/N reached up, slowly, like a quiet surrender, and kissed him.

It was soft.

Surprisingly sweet.

More vulnerable than either of them ever dared to be.

Delphini let out a dreamy sigh. “He’s so obsessed with her.”

Marvolo made a face. “Honestly, it’s kinda pathetic. In a... cute way.”

They watched the pair pull apart slightly, foreheads touching, neither speaking. Just breathing together, tangled in green shadows and flickering light. Then the portal began to fade.

The siblings stepped out of the tapestry, the stone sealing itself behind them with a soft rumble.

The hallway was quiet save for the familiar creak of a door slightly ajar.

They passed it slowly.

Inside, Professor Tom Riddle sat at his desk in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, sleeves rolled to his elbows, quill paused mid-marking.

His eyes flicked briefly to the hallway as the shimmer of old magic trailed past.

He sighed long and knowing.

“They went in again,” he murmured.

From the bookshelf beside him, a voice floated down.

“You sound surprised,” Y/N said, perched with casual grace on the edge, legs swinging slightly. “It’s basically a family tradition now.”

He gave her a look, one brow arched.

Y/N grinned. “I wonder what scene they saw this time. You brooding in a corner? Me yelling at you for being a cryptic menace? Or was it the one where you tackled me onto the couch?”

Tom stared at her for a long moment, his lips twitching despite himself.

“They’re going to know everything eventually,” she added with a teasing hum. “You’re lucky I kept my journals out of that portal.”

He stood, slowly walking over, his shadow mingling with hers.

“I don’t mind what they see,” he said softly. “As long as they understand how far I would go—for all of you.”

Y/N’s smile softened. She reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“They already do, Tom.”

And somewhere deep beneath Hogwarts, the portal to the past pulsed softly waiting for the next visit.

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𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐋𝐮𝐫𝐤

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -Y/N and Hermione enjoy a lighthearted study session in the Hogwarts library, sharing sarcastic banter and cementing their close friendship over magical law and mutual exasperation. Meanwhile, their very-in-love (and very-obvious) boyfriends, Tom and Draco, secretly watch from the shadows convinced they're being subtle.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 -requested: "I need more of Hermione and y/ns friendship" well here you go babes....

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall stained-glass windows of the Hogwarts library, casting warm golden rays across endless shelves of parchment and leather-bound volumes.

At a table near the back secluded but not hidden Y/N and Hermione were surrounded by open books, scribbled notes, and the occasional abandoned quill.

“Honestly,” Y/N said, leaning closer with a grin, “if I read one more paragraph on magical law, I’m going to hex the next book that looks at me funny.”

Hermione laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “We’re studying magical ethics, not cursing ancient tomes.”

“I’m aware,” Y/N replied, mock serious. “But you try reading this rubbish without slipping into madness. I swear this author wrote it purely to sound smarter than everyone else.”

“That’s most authors,” Hermione deadpanned, then smirked. “Except me. When I write, I make sense.”

“You’re a saint,” Y/N declared dramatically. “A brilliant, bookish saint.”

They both burst into quiet giggles, completely unaware that across the room, hidden behind a tall shelf of Transfiguration theory, stood two very fixated boys.

Tom Riddle leaned silently against the shelves, arms folded, eyes trained on Y/N like she was the only thing in the universe worth looking at.

Draco stood beside him, arms crossed in the exact same way, eyes fixed on Hermione with unmistakable softness.

“You’re aware you look ridiculous,” Tom murmured without glancing away.

Draco scoffed under his breath. “You’ve been staring for a full ten minutes, Riddle.”

“And you’ve been standing next to me for ten,” Tom replied dryly. “Hypocrite.”

Draco rolled his eyes but said nothing, because frankly, he didn’t have a rebuttal.

Back at the table, Hermione leaned over her book. “You know, for all their dark, brooding genius reputations, our boyfriends are the most obvious lurkers I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, I clocked them five minutes ago,” Y/N replied, not looking up. “Tom sighs whenever I smile.”

“And Draco ran a hand through his hair when I laughed. Twice.”

“I bet they think they’re being subtle,” Y/N said, exchanging a knowing glance with her best friend.

“Should we wave at them?” Hermione asked, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Tempting. Or we could just keep talking about them and pretend we don’t know they’re there.”

“I vote for that.”

Back behind the shelves, Tom’s eyes narrowed slightly. “They’re onto us.”

Draco sighed. “Of course they are. They’re smarter than both of us combined.”

Tom huffed through his nose. “You’re not wrong.”

“I usually never am,” Draco muttered, then blinked as Hermione suddenly glanced up and gave him a little wave.

Tom watched as Y/N turned and did the same, a smug little smirk tugging at her lips.

“…We should leave,” Tom said.

“We really should,” Draco agreed, but neither of them moved.

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𝐀 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Marvolo steps through the portal solo and finds his younger father seething with jealousy over Y/N and Harry. In a twisted bonding moment, they nearly hex the Gryffindor—until Delphini storms in just in time to stop Tom from casting Avada Kedavra. But not fast enough to stop Marvolo from turning Harry into a snake.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - one more, bcus why not.

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The portal shimmered in its usual hues of green and gold as it snapped open against the cold stone walls. Marvolo Riddle slipped through alone this time.

The courtyard was quiet. The air smelled like warm stone and summer grass. Marvolo recognized this moment immediately he'd seen it with Delphini before.

Oh. This is the one where Mum’s still dating Harry.

Sure enough, there was Y/N, radiant in the late afternoon sun, seated on the fountain’s edge. Harry Potter stood close beside her, laughing too loudly, hand grazing her arm. Marvolo grimaced.

A figure stirred from the shadows.

Tom Riddle, just sixteen, stood under the same cloistered archway. Watching. Silent. Face unreadable to most except maybe to the boy whose expression mirrored his own. They stood in the same stance. Same stiff shoulders. Same clenched jaw.

Marvolo moved to stand beside him. Neither acknowledged the other at first.

“She laughs too easily when he’s around,” Tom said at last, eyes fixed on Y/N.

Marvolo tilted his head. “You say that like it’s her fault.”

“It isn’t,” Tom muttered. “It’s his.”

Marvolo smirked faintly. “We really are related.”

They stood in silence a moment longer, watching Harry brush an eyelash off Y/N’s cheek. Tom’s hand twitched at his side. Marvolo cracked his knuckles.

“Want me to do it?” he asked casually.

Tom’s gaze slid toward him. “You’re offering?”

Marvolo grinned. “As a bonding moment.”

Tom didn’t say yes.

But he didn’t say no.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the portal, Delphini was already sighing as she stepped through.

She’d felt it.

“Oh no,” she groaned aloud, stepping out into the courtyard. “I knew he’d come here.”

She turned just in time to see her father’s wand rising not with irritation this time, but with a deadly, cold intent. His mouth was already forming the start of the Killing Curse.

“AV—”

“—Stupefy!” Delphini’s curse hit Tom squarely in the shoulder, throwing his aim wildly off. The green spark shot up into the sky and fizzled into nothing.

“Are you insane?!” she hissed, stalking toward him.

Tom, unfazed despite the hit, slowly turned to face her. “It would have been quick.”

Delphini narrowed her eyes. “You can’t just Avada Potter because he’s dating Mum. We’ve been over this. You marry her, remember?”

“Yes,” Tom said flatly, brushing dust off his sleeve. “But this is incredibly inefficient emotional torture.”

Delphini turned to her younger brother just in time to see him lower his wand with a satisfied little smile.

“Marv,” she said sharply, “what did you just do?”

Marvolo shrugged. “Nothing serious.”

Across the courtyard, Harry Potter let out a yelp.

In his place, a large black snake slithered wildly near the base of the fountain. Y/N stood up with a scream.

“Harry?!”

Delphini closed her eyes and groaned. “No.”

Tom, however, barked out a rare laugh.

Marvolo, standing smugly off to the side with his wand lazily twirling between his fingers, shot his father a sly grin. “I was quicker.”

“You turned him into a snake?” Delphini asked, scandalized.

“I figured it was poetic,” Marvolo replied, shrugging.

Y/N turned, eyes wide, fixed on Tom.

“Seriously?” she asked, storming toward him. “You did this?”

He blinked.

For once, he had nothing to say.

She shook her head in disappointment, crouched beside the snake that used to be Harry, and with a flick of her wand, reversed the transformation. The Gryffindor groaned on the ground, dazed.

“I’m taking him to the infirmary,” she snapped, looking at Tom with something between exasperation and disbelief. “Try not to curse anyone else in the next hour.”

With that, she hoisted her very confused boyfriend to his feet and led him away.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Tom turned to his children.

“You’re both grounded,” Delphini deadpanned.

Tom ignored her and looked at Marvolo, mildly impressed. “Turning him into a snake. Subtle. Elegant.”

Marvolo grinned. “I learned from the best.”

Delphini threw her hands up. “I need a vacation.”

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𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 & 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -Tom should’ve known better when Hermione appears, Draco isn’t far behind, and chaos follows close after. Between the Riddle toddlers and their Malfoy cousins, the family’s Sunday quickly becomes a full house of laughter, love, and affectionate teasing.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Requested to write more Hermione x Y/N friendship soo...

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The Riddle home was never truly quiet not with toddlers, preteens, teenagers, and a rotating door of magical relatives but Tom Riddle had made peace with it. Mostly.

He was reading peacefully in the drawing room, Lilith nestled in Y/N’s lap, her little fingers playing with her mother’s necklace, when the telltale pop of apparition sounded from the front room.

Tom didn’t even look up. He just sighed and muttered under his breath, “Five galleons says it’s Hermione.”

Y/N snorted, and sure enough, seconds later, Hermione Granger-Malfoy’s familiar voice called out from the hallway, “I brought biscuits!”

Tom dramatically rolled his eyes as Hermione breezed in with a smile like she owned the place. “Ah yes,” he drawled, setting his book aside. “My wife’s wife. How are you?”

Y/N laughed while Hermione beamed, already crossing the room and scooping Lilith from her lap without asking. “Where’s your actual husband, Hermione?” Tom teased, watching her cuddle Lilith like she was her own.

Hermione sniffed playfully. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

As if summoned by the sass, Draco appeared in the doorway behind her, casually brushing ash off his cloak. “Of course she’s here,” he said, nodding to Tom with a dry, “Cousin.”

Tom stood, arching a brow. “Cousin,” he echoed with a smirk.

“Should’ve known where to find her,” Draco sighed, stepping further in just in time for Silas to toddle across the room, attach himself to his uncle’s leg, and make grabby hands. “Up,” the toddler commanded.

Draco looked down and scooped him up like second nature, grinning as Silas squealed and immediately tried to take his wand.

Tom raised a brow at Draco. “That’s what happens when you show up unannounced, cousin. You babysit.”

Hermione laughed, bouncing Lilith gently. “You say that like it’s a punishment.”

From upstairs came the thunder of feet, followed by a joint yell: “THEY’RE HERE!”

Delphini and Marvolo skidded into the room, grinning wide. “Are Rose and Scorpius here too?” Delphini asked.

“Obviously,” Draco said, just as two more kids came tumbling in behind them, laughing and already bickering.

Rose ran to Delphini while Scorpius high-fived Marvolo like they’d been separated for years rather than days. “This place is chaos,” Scorpius announced, clearly thrilled.

Tom looked around at the now very crowded drawing room, children talking over each other, Hermione humming to Lilith, Draco being climbed by Silas, and Y/N laughing softly as she handed out juice cups.

Tom sighed, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. “Dinner’s in an hour,” he called above the noise.

“What are we having?” Rose asked.

“Whatever doesn’t get set on fire,” Y/N muttered, ducking a levitating toy.

Tom chuckled, walked over to Y/N, and kissed her temple. “I'll get to it then.”

[unstablereader]

𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨, 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Y/N vents to who she believes is her best friend, unaware she’s confiding in her future son. As she admits her growing obsession with Tom, Mattheo listens with a bittersweet smile, knowing his parents’ love story is just beginning—even if they don’t.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Requested for Tom and Y/N's first kiss.

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The Slytherin common room flickered in low, moody green light, shadows dancing across the silver-stitched furniture and ancient walls. Y/N was seated on the couch, arms crossed, clearly brooding.

“He’s completely insufferable,” she muttered to herself, scowling at the flames.

Footsteps padded softly behind her. She looked up.

“Mattheo!” Her face brightened with visible relief. “Finally. If you’d taken any longer, I was about to go hex Tom myself.”

Mattheo stepped into the room, his posture careful, measured. He looked eerily like his namesake, his uncle Mattheo Riddle.

The same tousled dark curls, the same angular jaw and sharp features. The only difference, a beauty spot above his lip — like his mother.

Y/N didn’t notice. She never had. She only saw her best friend.

“You’re quieter than usual,” she said, gesturing to the spot beside her. “Come sit. Let me complain.”

He did. Slowly. Quietly. Trying not to let his smile betray the strange mix of affection and pain swirling inside him.

“You know,” she began, dropping her head back dramatically, “he is the most frustrating person I’ve ever met. He's such a gentleman, a stalker per say. He glares like it’s a love language. And don’t even get me started on how infuriatingly good he smells—like, rude.”

Mattheo raised a brow, suppressing a grin. “And you’re sure you’re not in love with him?”

She groaned. “I am in love with him. That’s the problem!”

Mattheo tried not to flinch. He knew this part of the story. He’d seen it through the portal before, he watched it unfold again and again.

Still... it hit different hearing it in her voice.

“You could tell him,” he offered gently.

Y/N let out a dry laugh. “Oh sure. ‘Hey Tom, I know you follow me everywhere and never take your eyes off me, but surprise! I’m just as obsessed with you, so let’s see where this goes.’”

Mattheo couldn’t help the grin tugging at his lips. “That’s… hilarious.”

She grinned at him, that easy, open grin that always made his chest ache a little. She reached out and ruffled his curls.

“Thanks, Matt. You always get me.”

He looked down quickly, hiding the flicker of emotion behind his lashes. “Yeah. Always.”

She stood, stretching with a little yawn. “I should go. Slughorn’s dragging me through some weird potion prep tomorrow.”

As she moved past him, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Good night, Matt,” she said softly.

And she walked away, never noticing the way he froze for just a second because to her, he was just her best friend’s face in a familiar body. Nothing more.

But someone else noticed.

From the darker archway, Tom Riddle emerged, silent and composed as ever. His gaze followed Y/N as she disappeared up the girls’ dormitory stairs before settling on Mattheo.

They stared at each other for a beat.

“She thought that I was your brother,” Mattheo said dryly.

Tom’s gaze darkened half amused, half calculating. Then, almost casually, his eyes dropped to the small beauty mark just above Mattheo’s upper lip.

“She wouldn’t notice it,” he said softly, “but I do. You have her beauty spot.”

Mattheo stiffened.

Tom’s smile was slow and knowing. “You look like my brother, yes. But not entirely.”

Mattheo didn’t reply. He didn’t have to.

Tom stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “She’ll figure it out eventually.”

There was a long silence between them.

Then Tom tilted his head slightly, voice low and dark.

“She kissed your cheek.”

Mattheo’s smirk returned. “Jealous, Father?”

Tom gave a sharp, quiet laugh. “Only that I can’t hex myself for allowing this situation in the first place.”

And with that, he turned and walked off into the shadows, leaving his son standing alone in the common room, still feeling the phantom press of his mothers kiss and the weight of what came next.

The portal shimmered quietly, waiting.

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Riddle household spirals into lovingly chaotic madness as Tom and Y/N try to manage their five wildly different children — Mattheo, Delphini, Marvolo, and magical toddler twins Lilith and Silas. With tea spilling, and biscuits doubling as weapons, the manor becomes a whirlwind of laughter and spellbound mischief.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - love writing Riddle family fics....

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The Riddle manor was… loud.

Too loud for a Sunday.

Y/N stood in the kitchen, trying to stir tea with one hand while holding Silas with the other — who was, very seriously, trying to eat her hair.

“Silas, darling,” she said through a tight smile, “my hair isn’t spaghetti.”

“Num-num,” he insisted.

Lilith, meanwhile, sat atop the kitchen counter swinging her legs and loudly narrating an imaginary fairy tale where she was a sorceress and Marvolo was a frog.

Marvolo, slumped in a kitchen chair, sipped his tea like he was eighty and utterly over it.

“I did not consent to being cast as a frog,” he muttered.

“Life’s not fair, froggy,” Delphini said, breezing in with her wand behind her ear and a smirk on her face. “Take it up with the Queen of Chaos.”

“Which one?” Marvolo deadpanned. “There's two.”

Mattheo stumbled in next, looking like he just woke up from a nap he didn't mean to take — hoodie half-on, socks mismatched. “Who broke the crystal teacup in the front room?”

Everyone turned to the twins.

“Uh-oh,” Lilith said with perfect dramatic flair, not remotely sorry.

“I blame you,” Marvolo pointed at Mattheo. “You taught them how to levitate things with a flick.”

“You’re the one who taught them to duel with dinner spoons!” Mattheo shot back.

Tom entered just as Silas chucked a small biscuit at Mattheo’s head, laughing like he invented comedy. Tom caught the biscuit midair with a bored flick of his wand and handed it back to Silas without blinking.

“Try again, son. More force this time,” he said, deadpan.

Y/N turned around slowly. “Tom. Darling. Please don’t encourage warfare so early in the morning.”

Tom raised an eyebrow, slid beside her, and kissed her temple. “Encouragement is character-building.”

“Mama, Dada kissed you!” Lilith squealed.

“Do it again!” Silas demanded.

Mattheo gagged. “I’m right here.”

“Oh please,” Delphini said, leaning against the fridge. “You’re just bitter because your girlfriend sends you owl texts that sound like essays.”

“I will not be bullied for dating an academic,” Mattheo said, faux-defensive.

Y/N shook her head with a smile as Tom gently pried Silas out of her arms.

“Alright, enough chaos,” he announced. “Everyone to the lounge before the tea turns into soup and Marvolo combusts from social interaction.”

Marvolo got up slowly. “Bold of you to assume I haven’t already combusted internally.”

“Bold of you to assume anyone cares,” Mattheo muttered, smirking.

As the family shuffled toward the lounge in varying states of calm and hysteria, Y/N glanced at Tom.

“You know,” she said, “we really could’ve stopped at one.”

Tom looked at the children — the chaos, the laughter, the magical biscuit warfare.

He smiled softly, eyes on Y/N. “Where’s the fun in that?”

[unstablereader]

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Tom Riddle, infamous and unshakable, ends his night not with plans or politics—but in a rocking chair, cuddling two very sleepy toddlers who rule his heart.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Babysat my nephew this past weekend and thought of this....

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The nursery was quiet, bathed in the soft silver glow of enchanted starlight from the ceiling. The only sound was the gentle, rhythmic breathing of the twins, Lilith and Silas, both fast asleep in their matching cribs.

From the master bedroom, Y/N smiled softly, curled beneath the covers as she watched the scene unfold through a charmed mirror propped beside her. The mirror shimmered faintly, giving her a perfect view of the nursery.

She hadn’t meant to spy — not really. The charm was for safety, to keep an eye on her toddlers while they napped. But tonight, it caught something that made her heart melt.

Tom had quietly pushed open the door to the nursery, barefoot and still wearing his dark dressing robe, his hair slightly mussed. He didn’t say anything as he stepped inside, just approached the cribs with the kind of reverence reserved for ancient magic or fragile glass.

He looked down at Lilith first, his hand gently brushing a curl from her forehead.

And that was enough.

Lilith stirred.

She didn’t cry, didn’t fuss — just blinked sleepily and reached out with her tiny arms in a silent demand: pick me up.

Tom hesitated.

He was supposed to be training her out of this — the contact sleeping, the being held until she passed out again. But she was already blinking those big, sleepy eyes at him, and her little lip was starting to wobble.

Y/N, watching through the mirror, whispered to herself, “He’s not going to last…”

Sure enough, Tom sighed softly, defeated in the best way. “Of course,” he murmured, lifting Lilith gently and holding her against his chest. She instantly settled, cheek smushed against his shoulder, one hand tangled in his shirt.

He turned slightly — and that movement stirred Silas, who sat up groggily in his crib, rubbing his eyes.

Tom looked at him, one brow raising as if to say, Really? But instead of sighing or retreating, he reached over and gathered his son into the other arm. Silas didn’t say a word either — just curled into his father’s warmth.

Tom sat in the old rocking chair in the corner of the nursery, both toddlers snuggled against him. He pressed a kiss to Silas’s soft hair, then another to Lilith’s forehead, and leaned his head back.

The chair creaked gently as it rocked.

In the mirror, Y/N saw the moment his eyes fluttered closed — not in exasperation or exhaustion, but in quiet peace. Their usually composed, fierce, slightly terrifying Tom Riddle… asleep in a rocking chair with two drooling toddlers clutched in his arms.

Y/N chuckled quietly, wiping a tear that she pretended was from laughter, not emotion.

“Softie,” she whispered to the mirror.

And in the nursery, Tom Riddle — feared by many, adored by a few — slept soundly, surrounded by the greatest magic he’d ever known: his children.

[unstablereader]

𝐓𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐝

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -With no friends yet at school, Marvolo meets Hagrid and discovers a kindred spirit, just like Y/N always believed he would.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Thought about this before going to bed...literally propped up and had to write this before I forgot.

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The late afternoon sun was dipping low, casting golden streaks across the Forbidden Forest as a small, dark-haired boy made his way down the sloping path to Hagrid’s hut.

His Slytherin robes were a little too neat, his steps a little too careful — the way of someone trying not to be noticed, but still determined to do something that mattered.

Marvolo Riddle tugged his scarf tighter as he reached the crooked wooden door, hesitated for a heartbeat, then knocked once, twice.

“C’min!” came the familiar, booming voice from inside.

The boy pushed the door open slowly.

Hagrid looked up from a mug of tea, blinking through his thick beard. “Well now — who’s this?”

Marvolo stepped inside, boots clicking lightly against the stone floor. “My mum said I should visit you. She said we’d probably be friends.”

Hagrid chuckled, setting his mug down. “Is that so? What’s your name, then, lad?”

Marvolo’s shoulders straightened slightly, remembering his mother’s lessons.

He stepped forward and held out a hand, his voice polite and deliberate. “Marvie, Marvolo Riddle, sir.”

Hagrid stared at the small hand before shaking it gently, a huge grin spreading under his beard. “Merlin’s beard… Riddle?-”

Before Hagrid could speak, Marvolo quickly cut in — already bracing himself for the usual reaction to his father’s name: Tom Riddle, the infamous Dark Lord and now the current professor of Dark Arts.

But it wasn’t fear or judgment on Hagrid’s face that made Marvolo pause — it was recognition.

A soft, thoughtful look, like he was fitting the final piece into a puzzle.

“Y/N’s boy,” Hagrid finally said, his eyes lighting up. “Ah… she had another child.”

At the mention of his mother — and the absence of any insult toward his father — Marvolo couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face.

Marvolo nodded, a little surprised but pleased. “You knew my mum?”

“Knew her?” Hagrid laughed, eyes twinkling. “I couldn’t get her to stop visitin’ me when she was at school. She called me her favourite professor, no matter how many times I told her I weren’t one.”

Marvolo cracked a small smile, the first real one that day. “She still says that.”

“Well, she always was a bright spark. Bit of a troublemaker too,” Hagrid winked. “Looks like she passed that glint down to you.”

Marvolo shifted on his feet. “I haven’t made any friends yet,” he admitted. “Mum said you were good with magical creatures. I like them too.”

“That so?” Hagrid said warmly, kneeling down a little to meet the boy’s height. “What sorta creatures do yeh like, then?”

“Snakes,” Marvolo said instantly, his eyes lighting up. “They’re the best listeners. I talk to the ones by the lake. They don’t laugh or interrupt.”

Hagrid raised an eyebrow but only nodded thoughtfully. “Well, that’s somethin’ special. Not everyone gets snakes to like ‘em, y’know. Takes someone with a gentle sort of respect.”

Marvolo looked down, shy but proud. “Mum says they’re my best friends for now. She said you’d understand.”

“Oh, I do,” Hagrid said, beaming now. “I had a big ol’ acromantula once — not many people understood that. But yer mum, she always did. Had a heart bigger than the castle.”

The kettle on the fire whistled, and Hagrid shuffled off to pour them both tea his in a bucket-sized mug, Marvolo’s in a chipped teacup with flowers painted on the side.

“I don’t like sugar,” Marvolo said quickly, settling into the oversized chair.

“Don’t worry, lad, neither do I. Tea’s better strong.”

They sat in companionable silence for a while, broken only by Fang snuffling up to sniff Marvolo’s shoes.

Hagrid gave him a sidelong look. “You know, yeh really are a lot like yer mum. Not just the creatures — it’s the way yeh look at the world. Like there’s somethin’ magical ‘round every corner.”

Marvolo’s expression softened, just a bit. “She said I’d like you.”

Hagrid chuckled, raising his mug. “She was right, then.”

Marvolo smiled properly this time a rare, quiet smile and for the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, he felt like maybe he wasn’t quite so alone.