#tom riddle × reader

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Devil×Devil or...

...or how lovely it's to be silly smart

Tom had never been interested in the body. In its usual forms at least.

The tenacious mind had always appealed more. He inwardly exulted in challenging professors to intellectual duels, easily parried within the bounds of subordination and respect.

He adored sharp minds and good questions, and tried not to spit up after the low-grade hackneyed conversations of the under-doctored aristocracy of his inner circle.

But oh the horror of what happened to him when he happened to exchange a few words at the Ravenclaw table. Some of the students were not just nerds, but book maniacs. Tom piously believed that his high standards would not allow him to put his own appearance below the amount of unnecessary information on an unutterably idiotic particular topic.

Yes, among Slytherin, Ravenclaw, even among the Junkies or Kamikazes there were intelligent and knowledgeable, but as if they were bland. With them, he couldn't forget himself, couldn't escape into the conversation completely.

As corny as it sounded... She wasn't as bland as the others.

He'd first noticed her in his third year. Someone from high school had fallen under the ice where the lake passed into the power of the Forbidden Forest a little more, and the professors' spells had a little less influence.

A full-figured girl with disheveled hair and red cheeks, wearing only a shirt and pants, punched at the dark crust of ice time after time. She was half-whispering something, her left hand holding the tip of her wand against the ice. A blue scarf was wrapped around her right hand. On contact with the ice it seemed makes to melt it even faster.

No one realized anything. Professors rushed over to her as she pulled a guy twice her size out of an enlarged hole. Blood soaked her scarf, her face turning dramatically pale as she finally managed to stand up. She was immediately picked up in his arms and carried away.

At the time, he couldn't believe the senseless sacrifice. It could have been much easier and quicker to save the guy. But on the other hand, no one had done anything for it. Everyone stood on the shore while she ran to save someone's hapless ass. It was impressive.

The trail of blood on the black ice remained in Tom's memory, despite how quickly the red stain disappeared, as if licked off the edges of the hole by the dark waters.

Rumors said it was about a broken arm and a severe fever, but Tom didn't believe it. So when she went to class three days later, he knew for a fact that she was lying there with magical exhaustion.

When did she have time to do magic? More importantly, what spell had exhausted her so badly?

"Third year."

The soft couch in the corner of the library sagged under his weight as Tom sat down next to her.

"The guy who fell through the ice. How?"

"Fieri sal," she didn't even look away from the book, transferring the note into her notes, " Chemical reaction from heat on impact, ice and salt," she set the quill aside, straightening up. After a second, her dilated pupils flared into his pale face. Her gaze expressed mild interest. Tom got the permission he needed and decided to press further

"You've been in the hospital wing too long for someone with a fracture and a fever. That's cured in a day."

She hummed contentedly, as she often did when they talked. That alone warmed Tom's ego and, what's more, his soul.

"I was small and foolish and ran into the border of protection and ancient magic. Mages used to make sacrifices to please the spirits, now they take the victims themselves. I think I only got the guy out because I injected my will, magic, and blood. Especially since I was a kid. Apparently tastes better."

Tom chuckled softly, leaning back on the back of the couch. She quickly crumpled an answering smirk and went back to reading.

Tom exhaled quietly, observing her firm jaw line softened by fullness. Prominent cheekbones, cute cheeks. Strong but soft, firm but calm. Cynical, angry.

Sometimes he saw her as a viscous darkness that stroked everything. As if, in exchange for blood that day, the spirits had given her a piece of their hunger.

Tom took a book from the stack in front of her and continued reading. He pretended it wasn't fiction, and she pretended not to put the book aside for him every time she came to read herself.

And everyone could almost believe the pretense.

And it was almost cute.

Almost comfortable.

[casperfergy]

Chapter 2

the few and strange

I walk up the steps to the orphanage the day gloomy the night wrong and my life turned upside down.

The lady answered the door stiff. "What do you want?"

"Excuse Me Miss but this young lady needs a home." The kind woman from the last house that I was at brought me to the orphanage.

"Are you going to be any trouble?" Looks at me eyebrow raised.

"No mam," I sadly say.

"OK, then you can stay but you will be earning your keep like all the kids do. Do we understand?"

"Yes mam," as I begin to puddle.

The lady lets me in, and as I'm going in she talks to someone else about a room for me. Apparently they are so full they've had to double if not triple on children in rooms. And they talk about chores that I can do including dishwashing and working in the garden. So I figure at the very least I get some food in my belly and I have something to do. I want to make friends but at this point I really don't care I miss my family I miss my life from before but I know it won't ever be the same I miss my uncle being so protective of me and causing trouble together, I miss my mom I miss my dad I miss my old life. But past is past, even if your past is in the future. They found a room for the night for me and as I lay on my bed I Let Go and cry all night.

The next morning my new roommate's and I have some time together to get to know each other. The others have got to know each other quite well and are friends but unfortunately they are bullies they make fun of the other kids who are different and the fact I am their new roommate they expect me to join in and do the same but I cannot. I cannot make fun of others because they themselves are different in a way that I am different if not better for theirs is able to be concealed quite easily. As the years pass I go from room to room trying to find roommates that will at least tolerate me and I can tolerate them. But there's always some problem whether it's them causing trouble with me or when I finally let down my guard and they see how I actually look they run and hide and tell the Mistress of the house that I'm a freak and they don't want to room with me. And this goes on and on for a few years.

As I am growing up I hear about this boy in the same orphanage no one wants to be around him either. People say he causes trouble and pain everywhere he goes. And I can't help myself but have my interest piqued wanting to know more about this boy. That at one point hearing no one else wants to room with him either, the head mistress asks me if I would like to try and room with him. Of course I say yes, after all at the very least I could find someone who's tolerable even if they don't say anything. At least have some sort of decorum between the both of us.

That very night I meet him and I can't help but think he's gorgeous with his curly dark hair and sharp features and I don't know what it is but he feels familiar you know it's a familiar feeling around him although I can't pinpoint it or understand it just yet. But his eyes look dark and lonely and you can see the wall behind his eyes when he first meets someone. My only wish tonight is to knock down even one of those walls.

"Little miss this is Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle this is Y/N Y/L/N. Tom this is your new roommate and due to the fact no one else wants to be roommates with either one of you I think you guys should get rather well acquainted, cuz this situation will be permanent."

"Hi," I say and pull my hand out.

"Hello," he says and instead of shaking my hand he goes to grab and kiss the back of my hand which makes me feel all fluttery inside and I can't help but blush.

Wonderfully we develop more than just the decorum but an actual friendship it's so easy just to be me around him and vice versa. We're so similar and yet so different we both have this power that we don't quite understand yet but we're trying and maybe, just maybe, we can help each other out to learn from one another. After all we went from being troubled to causing the trouble and having fun while doing it.

We've gotten quite close in such little time but one day Tom had a visitor and had the ability to go to a different School. So of course you know I just hung around him more knowing that this was a boarding school so during the school year he would go off to school and stay there while I'm stuck here with everyone else. I felt like I was losing someone all over again although I know I wasn't I will see him back in the summer but he had become like a family member to me like a part of me. To let go of him even just for a few months was like severing your arm from the rest of your body. It made me curious about the visitor, it made me curious about the school. But most of all it made me curious about Tom and wondering if he was going to be okay there and why he's leaving me behind. And still why does this feeling around him feel so familiar.

For a couple of years, even just for those two months I enjoy every minute of time I get from him. During the year it's pretty much just study study study work work. And now I have my own job outside of the orphanage, I get to work at a daycare as a helper and gardener. I get to help not with the kids but with the animals, and with the plants outside. Plants and animals have always been my thing but that might be because of my special gift since I can talk two and control both. I always said animals have always been a lot nicer then people. But maybe it's because they're friendship is all so simple, people want the drama so I don't want people, well except one.

[roselilies]

[naregmzz]

[poltoreveur]

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

[slytherinslut0]

jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.

[fear-is-truth]

“i can fix him”

ok welcome to the construction crew

[cloveswifey]

Clingy

Dad!Tom riddle X Fem!Reader

Fluff

"Mommy is mine!" Mattheo, your spirited three-year-old, shouted, pushing Tom's face away from you.

"Excuse me?" Tom feigned offense, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "She is married to me, little buddy." He proudly displayed your ring on his finger, causing Mattheo to cry in despair. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at your husband's playful antics.

Mattheo had definitely entered that clingy phase. He only wanted you to feed him, hug him, play with him, and put him to sleep. He absolutely despised when Tom even gave you a little peck on the lips, and oh, was Tom having fun teasing your little one.

In the past few days, Mattheo's clinginess seemed to escalate. Not that he wasn't clingy before, but now it had become even more intense. As you tried to cook, his little hands would constantly explore your body, causing him to become upset when Tom was around. In an attempt to scare Tom away, Mattheo would even throw his food at him, which only made Tom laugh even harder.

You gave Tom a knowing look and remarked, "I wonder where he got his bad temper from."

Tom affectionately placed a hand on your growing stomach and whispered against your head, "Let's hope this little one isn't as jealous as his brother."

[tomriddleslovergirl]

Making out with them

Mattheo Riddle

His pupils are blown wide with lust, and the look that he's giving you is making you go crazy.

One of his hands are wrapped around your throat to keep you in place and the other digs into the flesh of your butt.

Between heavy kisses he whispers about how insane you make him, how he'd do anything for you.

Theodore Nott

You're pulled onto Theo's lap, his hands around your waist, and your fingers dug into his brown hair.

His mouth tastes of cigarettes and lime, and once he bites into your bottom lip, copper.

He gives you a small, cocky grin as you pull away with a pout on your lips.

Tom Riddle

You're sat sideways atop Tom's lap. You're both sitting on a couch, and a book lays besides you both that Tom was reading before you'd come in to keep him company.

One of Tom's arms are wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling and the other on the back of your neck.

His hand soon makes its way up your head and is enveloped in your hair as he forces you to tilt your head back for him so that he can press his lips against your throat.

[patrophthia]

Hello! Could I request tom being soft and clingy. Thank you and Your stories are awesome!

hi! thank you for reading my work!!!

magic word | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x reader

genre: fluff, slight jealousy, humor, established relationships, OOC tom

Contrary to popular belief Tom Riddle loves physical touch —only if he’s the one insisting it of course. And, especially when he’s just tiniest bit jealous. 

“Tom?” You ask, feeling him lazily wrap himself over you tighter. “I need to use the bathroom.” 

“No you don’t,” he murmur, tone annoyed. 

“Yes I do,” you tell him, watching as he kept his eyes on the book in his hand. “I need to go.” 

“You wouldn’t be needing to go if you were with Creevey,” he snickers, not releasing his grip on you. 

You bite back a laugh at his words. “This again?”

Two days back, Creevey had made the mistake of asking you out on a date with Tom just a few feet behind him. And though the two of you weren’t exactly public about your relationship, most of Hogswart knew to not try anything on either of you. 

Poor Creevey who build up the courage to finally ask you out after five (or was it six?) months of fancying you, only to be flat out rejected not by you, but by your boyfriend.

Who —for the first time ever— kissed you in front of everyone before turning to ask him, quite charmingly you might add. “Did you need something, Creevey?” 

You could only hope that he’s handling his heartbreak well. Because, your boyfriend was taking it worse than him (probably) by clinging onto you and bringing him up any possible chance. 

“Whether I’m with you or Creevey, I’ll still need to pee,” you sigh, “It’s human nature.” 

“So you admire you’ve thought about being with, Creevey.” Tom eyes Nagini, their eyes meeting with a sly understanding. “Is he going to be a problem?” 

“What are you going to do? Hurt him?” It’s quiet, Tom’s eyes meeting you as if he was asking whether you were testing him. “If you hurt him, I’ll bite you.” 

“And if I liked to be bitten?” 

You huff, squirming under his arms. “I’ll fight you.” 

He moves away from you slightly, long limbs still wrapped around your frame. “I can take you.” 

“Please,” you huff again, this time pouting as you try to ease him off of you but to no avail. “I really have to go, Tom.” 

His arm loosens its grip on you, still tight enough to cage you into his chest. “Say the magic word.” 

“Please?”

“You’re so close, my love,” he tells you, shaking his head as he prompted you on, “try again.” 

“I love you?”

A low chuckle vibrates from his chest. “I love you too,” he says, “but no, how about adding something to your first try?” 

“Please, my love?”A firm head shake, dark hair flailing against your pillow. 

“Please, baby?”

You learn then that even the head boy likes to be babied from time to time, pressing a quick kiss before releasing you from his arms and legs. You shuffle out of bed, yelling back at him. “Since when did you like being called baby?” 

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Devil×Devil or...

how good it is to be unperturbed

The thick volume of the 1820 list of magical creatures lay pleasantly in her hands. It wasn't too warm, but she liked the coolness, enjoying the slight breeze and the life-filled silence around her.

Someone else's warmth, the slight sound of someone else's breath, the crunch of leaves.

She tensed before she even realized it. A practiced reflex almost made her jerk toward her wand before she heard his voice.

"Do you want a baby?"

That question made her choke up. In the shade under the spreading crown of an old tree, where the cold spring sun barely warmed the April grass, she settled down. Normally Tom didn't come this early because of a schedule difference, but today Dumbledore's class had been canceled because of someone's prank. Everything in the transfiguration classroom, from the walls to the writing utensils was covered in bright pink glitter.

"I beg your pardon?" She squeezed out recovering from his sudden appearance and equally sudden attack.

Tom sighed, leaning against the fallen tree trunk she was sitting on.

"You're smart," her eyebrows crept upward, "You're a woman," he said as if he were listing points of argument rather than obvious facts.

"A little more and I'll decide you're offering me something," you said dryly, setting the book aside.

His face took on a slightly pinkish hue and she smirked quietly with the corner of her lips at his embarrassment.

"No," he nodded his head, "it's just that you're forward-thinking enough to want to leave a descendant. To mold something out of nothing."

"Pass on a part of myself, yes, I've thought of that. But no, no kids, not for the next twenty years for sure. And not in my womb."

He directed a studying gaze straight into her eyes.

"I didn't think you'd be willing to hand over responsibility for your-"

"And not in someone else's. I think it's quite possible to create something magically-supported by both partners. Or one person. Perhaps my child will be derived from just me and some essence from a drop of blood and magic of another kind. I don't know. The options are many."

Tom nodded understandingly, seeming to accept the idea as difficult but doable.

"You don't want to be vulnerable?"

"In a way. Growing something in yourself and not being able to precisely control the consequences... Not my thing. Besides..."

She grinned again, knowing he'd probably blush again.

"Have you ever imagined someone cumming inside you?"

His red cheeks and ears, as if scalded by boiling water, were worth the vulgarity of the utterance.

She giggled quietly at his face for another long moment. So dangerous, yet so easily embarrassed.

[casperfergy]

OK first story I will be trying is a Tom Riddle × reader. Reader was a pureblood unbeknown to the world due to the fact her parents died when she was just a few years old. And due to her mom's untimely demise she went to an orphanage and time jumped backwards and stuck in Tom Riddle's era until of age where and when she too got her Hogwarts letter.

Warning ⚠️ smut and finding yourself and incest. Later on

Made a Rose fell for a Riddle

Chapter one

Life is a winding road.

Crying in the Rain doesn't help much but the only comfort I had was the fact that feeling like the world was crying with me at the death of my mother and father was the only thing giving me that little bit of comfort. All I know is at one point I saw a flash of light right in the middle of me playing I was learning how to lift a flower with a stick in my hand after the flash of light came this woman in the middle of it she had curly curly black hair and an extremely high pitched laugh enough to curdle your insides and make you want to run. But I couldn't run away. My mom was nearby and all I heard was this laugh another flash of light except this one coming from the end of a stick in this lady's hand striking my mother down but before she came to face me my mom's staggered trying to protect me getting us on to a bridge nearby that we all knew had an end right above a Riverbend. She gave me a cloth bundle in my arms and pushed me off the bridge as my father flashed in and tried to ice the lady who was coming after us accidentally icing mom and she came tumbling down with me into the cold water. Then the lady flashed out just in time for my uncle bald as he may be flashed in and saw the icing of my mom bye my dad and in turn Avada kedava's him. My uncle was always a little different and cold after that. The next thing I know I'm being pushed down the Riverbend through the time warp right before the water, and right before I was to hit the waterfall I got to the side, where the Beautiful Creatures they looked half human half horse brought me in to make sure I was okay. The only reason I knew about the time warp is because of the big circle it caused right before you hit the water and it was a sort of reason for my family being there to protect it and the fact everything looked different when you went through you knew something had changed and when I looked back to the bridge I saw nothing and no one. They went into the human Village trying to find a home for me but no one wanted me. So they brought me to the orphanage it was huge it was crowded and I felt unwanted there. But I had to try and start over a five-year-old all alone. Or was I?

[roselilies]

There is no stronger force than that of a girl’s desperation to write about her male hyperfixation.

[adiraargent]

In a world full of boys, he's a gentleman <3

Synopsis: the Slytherin boys and the 'gentleman' things they do Warnings: None :) Characters: Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Tom Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Jasper Rowle

This is Part 1 :)

Mattheo Riddle: opening doors for you

"Hey there, my love," Mattheo greeted, flashing a grin as he held the door open for you. You rolled your eyes playfully at the endearment, a fond smile tugging at your lips as you looked up at your boyfriend.

"Always the gentleman, huh?" you teased, stepping through the door of the Slytherin common room as he held open with a light chuckle.

"Hey, gotta treat my girl right," he replied, trailing behind and falling into step beside you. He nudged you gently with his elbow, his laid-back demeanor effortlessly charming.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. His lips lingered for a moment, and you couldn't help but blush at the tenderness of the gesture. "You're my everything," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine adoration.

Whether they were heading to class, grabbing a bite to eat, or just strolling through the castle halls, Mattheo made it a point to hold doors open for you. It wasn't a grand gesture, just a simple act of courtesy, but it spoke volumes about his thoughtfulness.

"You spoil me too much, you know that?" you remarked with a grin, as Mattheo held the door of his dorm for you.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Can't help it. You deserve the world," he shrugged, following you inside. He wrapped his arms around your waist, playfully throwing you on the bed before snuggling up next to you, holding you tightly against his chest.

Their laughter filled the air as they chatted about anything and everything, discussing everything from stupid things their friends had done recently to their favourite movies. Mattheo listened intently, his eyes lighting up as they shared their stories.

Theodore Nott: Holds your face with both hands when kissing you

"Hey," Theodore greeted softly, his fingers trailing gently along your jawline before cupping your face tenderly, drawing you into a sweet kiss. His touch was always gentle, his palms cradling your cheeks as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

"Hi," you whispered against his lips, smiling as he leaned in to press another soft kiss, his touch grounding and comforting.

"Did you have a good day?" Theodore asked, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek as he held your face in his hands.

"Mmm, it was alright. Nothing compared to this though," you replied, your voice softening as he leaned in for another kiss, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

He pulled back slightly, his hands still cupping your face, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed at you. "You always make everything better."

"You too," you said, feeling a surge of affection as his touch lingered, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your skin.

"Can I just kiss you forever?" he murmured, his forehead resting against yours, his touch never leaving your face.

"That sounds like a plan," you chuckled, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, grounding you in the moment.

As he leaned in for another kiss, his hands framed your face once more, holding you gently but firmly, his touch sending a rush of warmth through you. Each kiss felt like a silent declaration of his love and care, his hands a constant reassurance that you were cherished.

"Promise me something," he said softly, his gaze intense as he held your face in his hands, his touch so tender it made your heart flutter.

"Anything," you replied, feeling a rush of emotion at the sincerity in his eyes.

"Promise you'll never forget how much you mean to me," he whispered, his hands trembling ever so slightly against your skin.

"I promise," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings.

Theodore smiled, his touch becoming even more gentle, as if he was memorizing every contour of your face. "I love you," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling a surge of emotion as his hands cradled your face.

Tom Riddle: Subtle things to make sure you don't get hurt

In the midst of a quiet classroom, Tom and you sat side by side, the ambiance filled with the hushed tones of a lecture. You were unconsciously fiddling with your quill as your tired eyes lingered on the teacher, doing your best to listen to whatever he was saying.

A small sigh slipt from your lips as your dropped your quill, the small object rolling under your desk. As you leaned down to retrieve your quill, Tom subtly shifted, his hand discreetly finding its place at the edge of the desk, ensuring you wouldn't hit your head upon rising.

"Thanks love," you whispered, meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment, noticing the faint blush that graced his cheeks as he quickly looked away.

"Wouldn't want you getting hurt," he murmured, his voice barely audible, trying to cloak his concern with an air of indifference as his eyes went back to the teacher.

"I appreciate it," you replied softly, a small smile playing on your lips, acknowledging his unspoken worry.

Throughout the class, the subtle ways Tom looked out for you were apparent. Whether adjusting his posture to prevent you from bumping elbows or discreetly sliding a book closer to your reach, his actions spoke louder than his reserved words.

As the lesson progressed, you dropped a parchment, and before you could react, Tom swiftly picked it up without a word, his gaze briefly meeting yours with a hint of concern before retreating into his usual stoic demeanor.

"Thanks," you said, your voice warm with gratitude, feeling the corners of his lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile before he composed himself.

"Merlin you're an idiot," he mumbled under his breath, a small smile twitching on the corner of his lips. He loved you, and he did his best to show it. To some, these may just seem like small gestures, but to you, these acts meant everything.

Blaise Zabini: Looking after you while you are sick

"Blaise, I think I'm dying," you groaned, your voice muffled by the mountain of blankets you'd buried yourself under. The room echoed with your misery, and you could practically feel Blaise's amused gaze on you.

"Quite the melodrama you've got going on there," he chuckled, entering the room with a tray in hand.

You peeked out from under the blankets, giving him a weak glare. "This is not melodrama. I'm genuinely dying. I might need to write my will."

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Last I checked, you're broke. And if you're going to die, at least wait until you've cleaned up the mess in the bathroom."

You shot him a scowl before returning to your cocoon of misery. "I'll have you know that this is a serious illness. I even got Pansy to get me a book from the library so I can read about my symptoms."

He set the tray on the bedside table, glancing at you with a mix of amusement and skepticism. "And let me guess, according to Dr. know it all, you have a rare tropical disease only found in the depths of the Amazon rainforest?"

"No, it says I have a severe case of man flu," you deadpanned, voice muffled by the blankets.

Blaise burst into laughter. "Man flu? Really?"

You shot him a glare from under the covers.

He shook his head, still chuckling. "Ok, ok. I come bearing gifts to nurse you back to health."

He lifted the tray to reveal a steaming bowl of soup and a cup of hot tea. Your eyes lit up, and you managed to sit up, sniffling pathetically.

"Ah, the healing powers of chicken soup," he declared dramatically, handing you the bowl.

You took it gratefully, inhaling the comforting aroma. "You're the best, you know that?"

"I try," he said with a wink, settling onto the bed beside you. "Now, eat up. We can't have you wasting away on my watch."

As you sipped the soup, Blaise watched you with a soft smile. "Feeling a bit better already?"

You nodded, the warmth of the soup soothing both your throat and your mood. "Maybe I won't die today after all."

He chuckled, running a hand through your hair. "Good to know. I was planning on having a quiet night in, not attending a funeral."

You swatted him playfully, earning a smirk from Blaise. "You're lucky I'm too weak to defend myself properly."

"Consider it a mercy on my part," he teased, taking a sip of his own tea.

As the night wore on, Blaise stayed by your side, occasionally offering more soup, fetching tissues, and regaling you with stories to keep your mind off your misery.

"You're surprisingly good at this whole nurse thing," you admitted, snuggling into the blankets.

He grinned, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Well, when the patient is you, it's almost enjoyable."

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile played on your lips. "I must be really sick for you to admit that."

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "Maybe you're just bringing out my softer side."

You sighed dramatically. "I never signed up for a softer Blaise Zabini."

"Too late now," he replied with a smirk, holding you a little tighter. "You're stuck with me, even if I have to nurse you back to health every now and then."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling grateful for the care and comfort he provided. "I suppose I can live with that."

And as you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in blankets and the warmth of Blaise's presence, you couldn't help but feel that maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all, especially when you had someone like him to take care of you.

(This is my favourite for sure)

Jasper Rowle: Doing your shoelaces

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden glow into the room as you and Jasper sat comfortably on a bench in Hogsmede just of to the side of Zonko's, enjoying a leisurely stroll that had turned into a serene moment of shared silence.

"Oops," you pouted, looking down at your untied shoelaces, a small sigh falling from your lips as you went to go and tie your laces.

"I've got it darlin'," Jasper said with a gentle smile, bending down on one knee before her.

"Jasper, you really don't have to," you protested, a faint blush gracing your cheeks at the unexpected gesture.

He shook his head with a grin, his fingers deftly working on your shoelaces. "I've got it, can't have my girl tripping on her own shoelaces, can I?"

You chuckled softly, unable to hide your affectionate smile as you watched him tie the laces with care. "You're too good to me, you know that?"

He glanced up at her with a warm smile. "'Just don't want you getting hurt."

As he finished, he ran his thumb over your knee softly a few times before standing up and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, causing your heart to flutter. The simple act filled you with warmth and adoration.

"Thank you," you murmured, touched by his gesture.

"Anytime, my love."

Their fingers intertwined as they resumed their stroll through Hogsmede, the cool breeze carrying the faint scent of baked goods, more than likely from a stall near by. The world seemed to slow down around them as they walked hand in hand, enjoying each other's company.

Hi all! This is my first post, hope you enjoyed it :) I take requests for many different fandoms and characters <3

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