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Hey guys, I want to write a series on Tom riddle like onto the story’s I had before BUT from the beginning. If you have any recommendations for certain scenarios to happen in this series let me know and I’ll be happy to write it/include it.

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Dark Plans and Adorable Interruptions

Dad! Tom Riddle x Mum!Reader

When your son desperately wants your guys’ attention…it can never wait

Can you tell I love writing AND I majored in writing as an extra course alongside my uni course? Because I think it’s fab

The fireplace crackled gently in the corner of the study, casting long shadows across the velvet-draped walls. Tom stood by the map-laden table, elegant in his dark robe, a chessboard of miniature wizarding figures between his long fingers. You sat opposite him, a parchment open in front of you, ink still wet where you had scribbled counter-hex patterns. Your brow was furrowed in concentration.

“This travel into the Ministry will require perfect timing,” Tom said smoothly, his voice low and dangerous. “Selwyn believes the back entrance in the Atrium is still protected by Blood Wards, but if we time it with the storm—”

“Mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy,” chirped a small voice.

Tom’s jaw flexed as his red eyes flickered toward the corner of the room. Your five-year-old son, Orion, stood by the doorway, clutching a small plush Thestral, his dark curls bouncing with each excited step.

You sighed quietly, glancing down at the little boy. “Orion, sweetheart, mummy’s talking to daddy right now—”

“Mummy, mummy, look what I drew!” he said, holding up a crumpled bit of parchment covered in swirly black and green scribbles. “It’s a Dark Mark just like daddy’s!”

Tom raised a sharp brow, his lips curling into the faintest smirk. “He’s disturbingly accurate.”

You gave him a warning look, but the corner of your mouth twitched with affection. You reached for Orion’s drawing with one hand, the other still on your wand. “This is… very artistic, darling. You even added sparkles.”

“I used glitter glue! And I put it on the cat. She’s sparkly now.”

There was a long pause.

“The cat?” Tom asked, deadly calm.

“Yes!” Orion grinned proudly. “She didn’t like it, though. She knocked over the ink bottle.”

You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Orion, love, mummy and daddy are having a very important conversation. About grown-up things.”

“Like blowing stuff up?”

Tom chuckled darkly. “He’s certainly my son.”

Orion beamed, entirely unaffected by the tension in the room. He climbed up into your lap, squirming between you and the map.

“Orion,” you whispered gently but firmly, “this is a very serious discussion. People’s lives are at stake.”

“Can I help?”

Tom tilted his head. “And how exactly would you contribute to a Death Eater strategy, my little chaos gremlin?”

“I could distract the people with sparkles!” he declared.

You blinked, then looked at Tom. “I mean… not the worst idea.”

Tom’s smirk widened slightly, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Give him a few years. He’ll be terrifying.”

Orion was now trying to tie your wand into his shoelaces.

You sighed, lifting him off your lap and setting him gently on the nearby couch. “Go draw another Dark Mark, sweetheart. A big one. With extra glitter.”

“Okay!” he squealed, darting off toward the art supplies like a tiny meteor.

Tom leaned across the table, voice low once more. “As I was saying…before we were infiltrated…Selwyn needs confirmation before we move. Are you certain you can modify the protective enchantments in time?”

You smirked, finally turning your full attention back to him. “Absolutely. Leave the enchantments to me.”

From the couch: “Mummy! Look! This one’s got a unicorn in it!”

Tom muttered under his breath, “I’m raising a Death Eater who likes unicorns.”

You only laughed. “He’s five, Tom. Let him have his unicorns.”

There was a beat of silence. Then Tom sighed, brushing back a lock of hair and murmuring, “Very well. But the unicorn gets a skull tattoo.”

“Mummy, what’s a tattoo?”

“Later, Orion!”

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Shadows of the Serpent

Tom Riddle X Slytherin! Reader

GN!

How could someone ever be as powerful as him…unless?…

The dungeons of Hogwarts were always cold, dim, and damp, but you’d grown to love them—the echo of dripping water, the greenish torchlight flickering across stone walls. It felt like home. Slytherin house was full of ambition and secrets, and you…you were no exception.

You had always kept to yourself, spending late nights in the library, poring over texts most students wouldn’t even dare touch. Not out of fear…but out of ignorance. Most wouldn’t even recognize the power that pulsed beneath the pages. But he did.

Tom Riddle.

Mysterious, calculating, magnetic. He was everything they whispered about and more. You’d known of him, of course—everyone in Slytherin did. But what he didn’t know… was that you had a few secrets of your own.

It was in the Restricted Section that it happened.

You reached for the same book—Magick Moste Evile—your fingers brushing someone else’s. You looked up to meet his storm-grey eyes, piercing, intelligent.

“Curious choice,” he said smoothly, tilting his head. “Not many are brave—or foolish—enough to read this.”

You raised a brow. “And yet, here you are.”

He studied you, a flicker of something behind his expression…surprise, maybe even amusement. “Y/N, right? Never piqued you as the kind of individual to be reading this… nor involving yourself within it physically”

“Maybe you just don’t listen or pay attention hard enough,” you replied, taking the book and tucking it under your arm.

He smirked. “Or maybe you’re better at hiding than I thought.”

After that, things changed.

One night, deep beneath the school in a hidden chamber you’d discovered through whispered riddles and ancient texts, you were practicing. Tom had followed you, of course. Always one step behind, or maybe beside you.

He watched silently as you summoned dark fire in your palm, your eyes glowing with power. When the spell fizzled out, you turned to him, breathless.

“You followed me.”

“I had to see it for myself,” he murmured. “You’re… powerful.”

You smirked. “Jealous?”

He stepped closer, shadows dancing around him. “Intrigued.”

The air between you sparked. There was no softness in him…Tom Riddle didn’t do gentle. But for once, his voice was low, raw.

“I thought I was alone. But you—you understand. The pull. The magic. The hunger for more.”

Your heart pounded. You should have been afraid. But instead, you whispered, “Then stop pretending you don’t feel it too.”

His hand reached for yours, fingertips brushing your wrist, and for the first time, the great Tom Riddle hesitated.

“I’ve never needed anyone,” he said quietly. “Until now.”

And just like that, the shadows curled around the both of you…not in fear, but in power. Together.

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Cuddle Hour 💚

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cold dreamnap for the soul

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I’ve had a tumblr account for so long, but never have I used it so much than I have in the past 2 weeks.

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ABOUT TO DO SOME ART 👍

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Well 🥲 I hope Twitter dosent disappear, this is my page for memories lol