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The dark lords Nanny- Tom Riddle x reader- Part 5

Summary: Mattheo grows strong and quickly, beginning to talk, with names assigned to everyone he's close to, except you.

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Ten months in and Mattheo was growing smarter every single day, hitting every single development milestone right on time.

You sat on the floor with him, smiling brightly as he used your hands to stand up, again, for the 16th time in a row. “Good job,” you cheered softly, clapping your hands as he stood up once more, releasing your hands to balance on his own-a sweet smile behind his binkie.

He mimicked your applause-clapping his hands together, and then plopped back down again-a determined look on his sweet face. Once he started something, he did it again and again till perfection, so much like his father. “Again? Boy, within the hour you’re gonna be a pro at standing up.” You chuckled, holding out your hands again as he made grabby hands at you-demanding your help.

“You’ll be walking in no time at all,” you chuckled softly, smiling as Mattheo stood up again, pushing his weight on your hands as he pulled himself up.

You looked to the left as the door open, snorting softly as Nagini, the lords faithful familiar, slumped into the room, having used her body to open the door. “Nana!” Mattheo said, his binkie dropping into your lap as he turned to look at Nagini, who slithered into the room towards Mattheo, the magical snake affectionately bumping her head against Mattheo’s cheek.

When you first started, Nagini had scared the life out of you-one morning just being under Mattheo’s crib and you had screamed. It took both the house elves and the lord to explain that Nagini wasn’t going to eat Mattheo, and that she was very intelligent and was the lords Familiar.

It still took you about a month to get comfortable with the giant snake. “Look at him, Nagini, pulling himself up all on his own, at this rate we’ll be trying to stop him from taking over the world,” you joked and Nagini let out a small hiss that had Mattheo giggling, his tiny hand reaching for her face and she gently bumped her nose into his palm-making him squeal with laughter again. “nana!” Mattheo said again, looking at you and pointing at Nagini, and you nodded, smiling.

“That’s right, that’s Nagini,” you said softly, encouraging him to keep speaking, he was only 10 months but he was hitting every milestone perfectly, and had already assigned easy names to everyone he saw frequently. Nagini was Nana, his father was dada, of course, and so far-he had yet to give you a name, half the time just making a very happy noise and making clear gestures towards you.

You smiled as Mattheo reached out, his little hands tracing the shape of your face and then he attempted to grab your hair. “Nope, no hair.” You said gently, pushing his hands away and holding them, looking down at your watch. “and it’s time for your appointment,” you murmured, scooping Mattheo up and putting him on your hip, packing up a day bag with his diapers and anything you’d need before heading out-passing by the lords office.

“I’ll be taking Mattheo to his ten-month check-up, do you need me to pick anything up while I’m out?” you asked the lord who only hummed, waving you off with a distracted wave of his hand. You nodded, heading down the hall to one of the sitting rooms-grabbing the floo powder. “Saint Mungo’s; pediatrics wing,” you said aloud and clearly, green flames quickly taking you to the pediatrics wing of the wizarding hospital.

You adjusted Mattheo on your hip, heading straight to the receptionist's desk, Mattheo’s sweet brown eyes locked onto the toys on the colorful carpet. “Hello, I’m here for Mattheo Riddle’s appointment at 10 am?” you told the receptionist, who checked you in and you went to go sit down, Mattheo in your lap as you waited to be called in.

Soon you were called in and carried Mattheo into the room, setting him down on the medical bed, holding his back to help him stay still as you waited for the doctor-who soon arrived after that, this doctor wasn’t Mattheo’s usual one, but she quickly informed you that Mattheo’s usual pediatrician was on vacation and would be back by the next appointment. “I’m doctor Amy Stein, and you must be Mattheo’s mother?” Amy asked, holding out her hand in greeting and you took it, but shook your head.

“No, i'm his nanny,” you said with a soft chuckle and Amy nodded, getting right to work on Mattheo’s 10-month check-up. Doctor Amy went through the usual check list, his gross motor skills, fine motor skills, language development, and his social development. “Do you have any pictures of who he has names for?” Doctor Amy asked and you nodded, taking out a picture of his father and Nagini. Amy blinked in shock at the snake but didn’t ask questions, holding them up to Mattheo.

“Who is this?” she asked, pointing to the picture of his father. Mattheo smiled-reaching up with his little hands. “Dada!” Mattheo cooed, Amy smiled and nodded, pointing to Nagini. “Perfect, and who is this?” “Nana!” Mattheo said, clapping his hands, Amy looked to you for confirmation and you nodded.

“Very good, and who is this?” she asked, pointing at you and Mattheo made a happy squealing noise, making Amy raise her brow. You let out a soft chuckle.

“He doesn’t really know what to call me, we don’t really use the words ‘mama’ in the house, since his mother isn’t in the picture, hence, me. And I never really tried to make him call me anything.” You said with a shrug, and Amy slowly nodded, the two of you looking at Mattheo as he suddenly said; “Mama!” He squealed, reaching towards you, and you blanched.

Uh-oh.

“No no, not mama, nanny,” you said, quickly trying to divert his new name for you. You weren’t mama, you were his nanny, and it had to stay that way. Mattheo just squealed again, reaching towards you as you got closer.

“Mama!” He said again, laughing, making you wince, your jaw clenched.

“He picked up that name quick if that was his first time hearing it,” Amy murmured, and you sighed, nodding in confirmation.

“I've never even said it in front of him before,” you said, dropping your head between your shoulders as Mattheo clapped and giggled, grabbing your hair to get your attention. He continued to babble ‘mama’ again and again while Amy finished the check-up, giving him necessary vaccines and testing his motor functions.

“There we go, all done,” Doctor Amy said, tossing out the needles used for the vaccines, putting a band-aid on Mattheo’s pudgy leg, who was pouting from the pain, whimpering. “I’m sorry sweet boy, you’re going home now,” Amy cooed and you scooped Mattheo up as he began to hiccup, clinging to you like a little koala.

“C’mon little lord,” you murmured, wincing again as he babbled out ‘mama’ again. You had to get that corrected quickly, you didn’t even what to know what the lord would do if he heard Mattheo calling you that, you were just the nanny, nothing more.

You returned home, Mattheo getting fussy as his leg got sore and developed a small fever from his vaccine shots. “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay little lord,” you murmured, gently rocking Mattheo as he cried, not happy at all with his leg sore and the heat in his body. You grabbed a cloth and charmed it with a heating charm, gently pressing it to Mattheo’s thigh and he calmed slightly, hiccupping as he looked up at you. “See? All better,” you said softly, still rocking Mattheo back and forth.

“Mama,” he hiccupped, reaching up towards you and you sighed, closing your eyes, shaking your head. “Not mama, nanny,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Mattheo didn’t understand, of course he didn’t-for all he knew, you were his mother, the woman who was raising him and loving him as her own.

Even with the warm cloth and gently rocking him, Mattheo took a long time to settle down, crying for nearly the whole afternoon, thankfully still eating-but struggling to calm down, you knew why he was crying, his leg must’ve been so sore from the shots.

“Is everything okay? He’s been crying for nearly the whole day?” You jolted a bit as you heard the lord's voice from behind you, and there he was, in the doorway-watching Mattheo with sharp eyes as he continued to cry.

“He had his check up today, got a few shots, his legs sore and he’s having a hard time calming down,” you said softly, bouncing Mattheo gently as he hiccupped and sobbed. The lord hummed, his brow furrowing.

“Perhaps a warm bath?” he asked and you slowly nodded. Not a terrible idea, “See to it then,” the lord murmured, leaving the room, and you went straight into the bathroom attached to your room, drawing a warm bath for Mattheo-just deep enough for his sore leg to be submerged.

It helped quite a lot and soon you were laying Mattheo down for his nap-after so many hours of him fighting it due to his sore leg. “there you go little lord, all better,” you murmured, taking a seat in the rocking chair, not wanting to clean up in case it woke him back up, finding a book to read in the mean time.

Now to figure out how to get Mattheo to stop calling you mama.

-end of part 5-

taglist! thank you all for reading and waiting! please comment/give me any ideas you might have for cute in-between scenes for Mattheo and (y/n)! :D

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lukecastellanlover01 · 1 month ago

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The dark lords Nanny- Tom Riddle x reader- Part 4

Summary; months pass, and you get more comfortable in your job as a live in nanny.(set in the 1950s :3)

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“Is this…normal?” The lord asked as Mattheo writhed and whined-the five month old baby’s face flushed with fever. You nodded, all your attention on the sick baby boy who couldn’t settle.

“Babies get sick,” you responded, almost on autopilot, gently dabbing a cool soft cloth on Mattheo’s face, cooling his skin. The poor baby whined and whimpered, his little sinuses clogged and his coughs broke your heart, but he’d be okay. It was a simple cold. “his body is simply working to flush it out, he’ll be okay within the week.” You murmured, cleaning the poor boy’s nose of mucus and patting his back hard enough to dislodge the gunk in his lungs.

The lord let out a low hum, eyes locked onto his sick son. “I got sick a lot as a kid,” he suddenly mentioned, his grip tight on his sleeves-his arms crossed. “That normal?”

“Back then, yeah, living conditions weren’t the best. But it’s also cold season right now and babies have lower immune systems, but he has a clean house and is well taken care of, he won’t get sick constantly.” You answered, rambling still-only half listening, giving Mattheo his medicine, he whined about it but swallowed-soon falling asleep. “There we go,” you murmured, setting the sweet boy down into his crib. “sleep will help,”

The lord slowly nodded, his gaze locked onto Mattheo. “he’ll be okay?” he asked, sternly, looking at you now. You nodded, casting a detection charm so you could go clean up without hovering over Mattheo.

“After some rest, and time; he’ll be just fine, let him sleep.” You said in a hushed tone, the lord leaving the room ahead of you, glancing over his shoulder back at the crib. “he’ll be okay,” you whispered one more time, smiling softly. He stared at you for a very long moment before nodding, leaving the nursery.

“Notify me of any changes,” The lord ordered and you nodded, watching him walk down the hall before getting back to work, sanitizing Mattheo’s room and washing his clothes, sheets, bedding, and toys-making sure none of the germs that got him sick were lingering

“Poor thing, just cant get comfortable can you?” you murmured, gently bouncing the still sick Mattheo as he cried softly in your arms, his fever was running pretty hot right now, making it difficult for the little lord to sleep, or even want to eat-making him uncomfortable and hungry-the worst combo for any baby.

“Is something wrong?” you turned, seeing the lord in the doorway of the nursery, half dressed for bed, his usual robes gone-wearing a dark black shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, his feet bare against the floor.

“He can't get to sleep, too hot,” you said softly, turning to him, Mattheo still crying, clutching tightly to your sleep shirt. The lord frowned, stepping closer, he reached out towards Mattheo-his cold hands connecting with Mattheo’s face and Mattheo stopped crying for a moment, a clear sense of relief falling over him. You smiled softly, transferring Mattheo over to his father-who sputtered. “You’re cold, he likes that,” you said softly and the lord swallowed, taking Mattheo and holding him close-his natural low body temperature providing comfort for his son, who soon was able to fall asleep finally.

“There we go,” you whispered, taking your wand, casting some cooling charms on Mattheo’s bedding-wanting him to be comfortable but still be able to sweat out the rest of his cold. You turned, ready to put Mattheo to bed but the lord was still holding him close, having moved to sit in a nearby rocking chair, watching his son with soft eyes.

You smiled, nodding back towards your room that was connected to the nursery. “I’ll be in my room if you need me sir, goodnight,” you whispered and he waved you off with a simple nod, his thumb brushing over Mattheo’s flushed cheek.

He watched his son sleep in his arms. The little thing was a perfect carbon copy of him, from his dark hair to his eyes, to the small beauty marks on Mattheo’s cheeks and chin. “a perfect heir,” Voldemort whispered, brushing his fingers against Mattheo’s chin-the 5 month old curling up further against his father, who couldn’t help but smile a bit, making sure he was comfortable in his arm, the idea of putting Mattheo in his crib to sleep drifting away for a short while.

Mattheo was taking a nap-having used up his morning burst of energy babbling and throwing toys around, leaving you to do chores to keep the space both you and Mattheo used clean. You passed by the lords office, the door cracked open, just barely spotting him bent over his desk, hand buried in his hair, looking quite frustrated and exhausted.

You paused for a moment, biting your lip before moving on quickly, heading into the kitchen. You prepared Mattheo’s cereal snacks, the boy now eating solids more often, and then, after a moment of hesitation, made a cup of tea for the lord. You remembered he liked milk and sugar in his tea, from your days at Hogwarts-just one of the things you noticed from the corner of your eye.

You grabbed the small plastic cup with Mattheo’s snacks and the cup of tea, walking up the stairs and down the hall-pausing at the lords office, where he was still pouring himself over several stacks of papers; what for you didn’t know, but he looked like he needed a pick me up. You knocked softly to alert him of your presence and he just muttered, waving his hand-assuming you were a house elf. “just put it on my desk,” he muttered.

You stepped inside, setting the tea gently in a free space that was out of the way but within reach, leaving the room quietly.

Voldemort reached for the cup of tea, taking a sip without bothering to look at it-then pausing, swallowing slowly. It was…really good. He looked at the tea, recognizing the milky color to it, his house elves never put the milk and sugar in on their own-he always did it himself. He glanced up, seeing the tail end of your heel as you left his office, closing the door behind you.

He blinked, letting out a small huff, taking another sip-savoring it this time and taking a slow breath. Just what he needed.

“Aaaaand off he goes,” you muttered fondly as Mattheo, now 7 months old, army crawls off to another spot in his room. By this point, you’d baby proofed anything that Mattheo could reach-sticking charms worked wonders over the muggle contraptions that Mattheo somehow knew to open with a firm tug.

��Come back here you little bug,” you chuckled, setting down a pair of clean baby overalls, walking over to the boy who was already in front of the cracked open door that led out into the hall-scooping him up, smiling as he let out a happy squeal.

You glance up at the same time a figure passes by the door-too short to be the lord, too tall to be a house elf. You blink-you didn’t know Voldemort was expecting anyone today. You open the door to the nursery, looking down the hallway. There are several figures, all cloaked in black, heading down the hall towards the dining room that the lord used as a meeting room.

You back into the nursery, closing the door. “let’s stay in here for a little bit,” you said softly to Mattheo, setting the growing boy back on the ground-the hard wood floors of his room covered with soft rugs and blankets so he didn’t hurt his hands and knees from crawling.

Mattheo made a sweet silly sound, crawling off to another corner as you returned to folding his clothes and putting them away. After a few minutes you heard the door open and quickly turned-blinking rapidly as Mattheo crawled out the room.

You stood stunned for a few moments before rushing after him-easily catching up. “Now, hooow?” you scooped up Mattheo, who giggled and squealed. “did you do that little lord?” Somehow Mattheo had opened the door all on his own-must’ve been his magic, even at only 7 months old he was showing strong signs of magic and when Mattheo really wanted something, his magic poured out for him.

You let out a sigh as Mattheo babbled, his eyes down the hall. You knew what he wanted, to go see his father. “not now little lord, your fathers busy,” you said softly, stepping back into the nursery, waving your wand to finish the laundry and grabbing a book to entertain Mattheo, sitting down in the rocking chair next to his crib and resting him in your lap-cracking open the picture book. “Okay, time for babbity rabbity,” you murmured as Mattheo curled up against you, eyes on the book-hand clutching your shirt, binkie in mouth.

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Your eyes fluttered as a weight you’d gotten far too familiar with lifted from your chest and you jolted up-eyes going wide, wand quickly drawn. “It’s just me,” the lords quiet voice rasped from above you, holding the still sleeping Mattheo to his chest. It was dark in the room, only the light from the soft ceiling string lights illuminating it.

“I fell asleep-I’m so sorry,” you breathed out, quickly standing. He just shook his head, turning to lay Mattheo down, tucking the soft blanket around him. “You don’t have to…” You murmured but again, the lord shook his head.

“I’m his father, and while you are his nanny, i…don’t mind doing my job as well,” the lord murmured, the two of you staring at each other for a short minute before you looked away. “Get some sleep,” he ordered, stepping away from the crib. “You need it, you can have tomorrow off,”

You furrowed your brows, about to argue-you and the lord still hadn’t found anyone that could take care of Mattheo in your absence but he just held his hand up to silence you. “I’ll watch over him, I don’t mind, I have nothing to do tomorrow anyway.” He said, his voice softer than the mobile that was charmed to make music as it slowly rotated above Mattheo’s head.

You sighed and nodded, giving him a small smile. “Thanks,” you whispered, and he nodded, stepping aside to allow you a straight path to your connected room. “Goodnight sir,”

“Goodnight, (y/n).” he murmured back, the door closing behind you-his gaze returning to Mattheo, who was still asleep-looking content, his little fists up near his face-a soft green blanket tucked around him.

He smiled softly, casting a detection charm and returning to his room.

-end of p4-

Taglist! omg already so many of you! i did want this to be like-a LONG slow burn but i have NO clue how to really write those because im awful at writing inbetweens without it being boring to me, so no romance yet-just planting seeds rn :D

@helendeath @bunny24sstuff @death-be4-decaf

@lynbubble @chimchoom @lanalanalanasworld

@undecided-simp @a-little-funny @sterngvker

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