#tom riddle x ravenclaw

[purplefox-writes]

A Game of Chess (Tom Riddle x you)

Summary: You join a Slytherin party and end up playing chess with none other than Tom Riddle.

Word-count: 800

Content warnings: none

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The sound of music and laughter echoes through the stone halls of Hogwarts as you make your way towards the Slytherin common room. You're nervous, your heart pounding in your chest as you wonder if you made the right decision to come to the party tonight. You're not even sure why you were invited in the first place, but when two handsome Slytherin boys approached you in the library earlier that day and asked you to join, you were intrigued.

You take a deep breath and step inside. The first thing you notice is the opulence of the room. The Slytherins have outdone themselves once again, with velvet curtains, plush couches, and an enormous chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The atmosphere is lavish, yet eerie, with dark shadows flickering across the room.

The party is already in full swing, and you're immediately struck by the intensity of the music and the volume of the laughter. The Slytherins are dressed in their finest clothes, and many of them are already quite intoxicated. You try to blend in, make small talk with the people around you and sit by them while they play drinking games. As the night wears on, you realize that this isn't the kind of party you enjoy. You're more comfortable in the quiet of the library or the peace of the Ravenclaw tower.

As you peruse the bookshelf of the common room, touching delicately the spines of the books, you pause when your hand brushes against an intriguing title on charms. Suddenly, you feel a presence towering behind you.

“Not your scene?” A soft voice addresses you.

You look up and meet Tom Riddles onyx eyes, his hands held behind his back. You've seen him around Hogwarts before, but you've never really spoken to him.

"No, not really," you reply, returning the book to its place on the shelf. "Not much of a party animal."

Tom Riddle nods thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the books on the shelf.

"I understand the appeal of books," he says, his voice smooth and measured. "But sometimes it's good to break out of our comfort zones and experience new things."

You raise an eyebrow at his words, surprised that he seems to be offering you some sort of advice.

"Are you suggesting I stay at the party?" you ask skeptically.

Tom Riddle smiles, a small, enigmatic smirk that makes your heart skip a beat.

"I'm not suggesting anything," he says, his eyes meeting yours. “Follow me” he directs, turns on his heel and begins walking away without checking to see if you're following.

Curious, you follow Tom as he leads you through the crowded common room and up a flight of stairs to a small, dimly lit room. The room is sparsely furnished, with only a few chairs, a fireplace and a large chessboard set up on a table in the center.

"Have you ever played chess before?" Tom Riddle asks, gesturing to the board.

You nod, feeling a bit more at ease now that you're away from the raucous party downstairs.

"Yes, I have," you say, taking a seat opposite him at the table.

Tom Riddle smiles, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Good," he says, leaning forward to make the first move. "Then let's play."

The two of you engage in a tense game of chess, the pieces clacking against the board as you make your moves. Tom Riddle proves to be a formidable opponent, his sharp mind and strategic thinking evident in every move he makes.

As the game goes on, you find yourself getting lost in the thrill of the competition, the noise and chaos of the party downstairs fading away into the background.

It's only when the game is over, with Tom Riddle emerging as the victor, that you realize just how much time has passed.

"Wow, that was intense," you say, stretching your arms and legs after sitting for so long. "I had no idea chess could be so exciting."

Tom Riddle smiles, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Chess is one of my favorite games," he says, standing up from the table. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. "I wouldn't mind having a repeat of this experience," he says, extending a hand to help you up from your seat. "But only if you promise to give me a run for my money."

You take his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity at the touch.

"I will do my best," you say, grinning up at him.

"I look forward to it," he says, his tone playful. "I have a feeling you'll keep me on my toes."

As you both make your way back down to the party, you can't help but feel excited for what the future might hold between you and Tom Riddle.

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Y/n: Just… Apologize to each other on the count of three.

Y/n: One, two, three.

Tom:

Mattheo:

Y/n: Well, now I'm disappointed in both of you.

[carpentvrs]

VICIOUS – Theodore Nott

pairing :: theodore nott x f!reader (implied Gryffindor!reader but never mentioned)

summary :: (enemies to lovers). when you and theo get paired up for the nightly prefect-patrols, the yearlong hatred between the two of you may come to an end. or not.

based on the song vicious by sabrina carpenter

warnings :: angst!! she/her pronouns, use of y/n & y/l/n (only a few times), lots of cursing, british, mentions of killing someone (not serious), smoking, drinking, typos probably, 4.1k words

a/n :: english isn’t my native language so please don’t mind any mistakes and feel free to correct me! this is my first story published on tumblr so i’m a bit nervous. my requests are open, feel free to share your ideas and I’ll come up with something!!

„As a result of the ongoing danger in and outside of Hogwarts, the prefects will now walk around in pairs during their nightly patrols after curfew. And to show that Hogwarts and the witches and wizards attending this school stick together in such times, we have decided to pair up prefects from different houses.“

Harry, Ron, Hermione and you sat on your usual seats in the great hall as Professor McGonagall made the announcement. The boys and Mione didn’t really care about the announcement, considering none of them are prefects. Hermione at least listened to what the professor was saying, sometimes poking Ron in his arm to make him stop bickering and start listening, too.

You however, you didn’t take the news as easily as your friends.

Once you realized that being friends with Harry had its downsides, you started to appreciate the everyday repetitiveness. The homey things.

Ignoring the strength of the dark side in the wizarding world, you found comfort in the mornings at Hogwarts that were always the same. The fun you had at lunch with the boys and Hermione and the quidditch trainings and matches you could always look forward to.

It gave you a sense of normality in an abnormal world, just like your nightly patrols did.

Whatever may have happened during the day, you could overthink it during those few hours you had for yourself as you walked through the dark corridors of Hogwarts, occasionally greeting and having small talk with the other prefects or scolding the little amount of students you would catch sneaking around from time to time.

Those patrols were your way of coping with stress, wherever it may have come from. Usually school, or the cognition that Voldemort won’t be scared to lift his wand against you and your friends the next chance he gets, whenever that might be. Not very soon, you hoped.

𖤓 𖤓 𖤓

„They’ve got to be kidding! There’s no bloody way I can go on those patrols with this assholes every damn night.“

You were furious. Taking away your alone time was one thing, but pairing you with none other than Theodore Nott, the biggest dickhead to ever walk the corridors of Hogwarts, that just had to be a sick joke.

You hated his guts. You hated his manwhore-behavior and his obnoxious superior complex. He thinks he’s too good to attend any of his classes and simply uses his prefect-advantages to take points from Gryffindor students for fun. You doubted he knew what playing fair even meant.

Every damn house party, he somehow felt the need to judge either you outfit, you hair, your makeup or just anything else he can find to complain about. And as if that wasn’t enough, he loved taking advantage of your resentment towards hookup culture, never failing to somehow end up right next to you while one of the many girls who seem to be kissing the ground he walks on was hanging on his lips as if he’d remember her name tomorrow.

And don’t get started on quidditch. the amount of times you leave the pitch with at least a dozen new bruises just because of him almost makes it seem like having pushed him off his broom that one time wasn’t enough yet.

In comparison to you and Theo, Harry and Draco were just two puppies occasionally fighting over who gets to play with the stuffed animal first.

“Look- maybe it won’t be that bad, maybe you’ll even, I don’t know, start getting along?” Hermione tried to cheer you up, already knowing that “possibility” isn’t that probable.

“Oh come on Mione, Nott just has to look at Y/N and she basically explodes with anger. We have to be careful she doesn’t accidentally kill him one night.”

“Shut it, Weasley, this isn’t helping. I have to go and talk to professor McGonagall. Mione, come with me?” you asked.

“I’d love to, but curfew is about to start. I don’t wa-“

curfew only meant one thing: the nightly patrol

˚ · • . ° . ˚ · • . ° .

He was different than you thought. He wasn’t that bad. Not when you two were alone. A few months had gone by and, even though the first nights were a bit rough, you both managed to get along well. Really well, actually.

It became a wordless understanding that in the depths of the night, in the comfort of the quietness, when the only source of light in the castle were your wands and the lumos spell, you two weren’t hateful classmates. You were friends. Good friends even.

“I’m so tired, and why is this damn school still freezing cold at night? Bloody hell it’s june” you yawned. It was almost midnight and you and Theo had decided to sit down on one of the stairs. It’s been a long day and night, the younger students seemingly wanting to be outside during the warm summer nights. Understandibly so, you thought.

“You’re shivering, want my jumper?”

He handed it over to you after pulling it off of his body, accidentally showing a tiny bit of his toned stomach. You couldn’t help but look, slightly biting your lip to hide your smile.

You happily accepted the offer and slowly pulled the jumper over your head, your stomach suddenly feeling warm and fuzzy when you smelt his cologne. You breathed in and mumbled a small “thanks” to be boy next to you.

It wasn’t the first time he had given you his jumper. And it also wasn’t the first time you’ve felt this fuzziness in your stomach because of him, and you knew what it meant.

And he felt it too.

Theo never liked you either. He hated your goody two-shoes behavior in front of the professors and the way you would scrunch your nose in disgust whenever you saw him smoking. Sometimes he lit his cigarettes near you just to annoy you.

It all started when in fourth year, you accidentally kicked him off his broom during a friendly quidditch match. He didn’t get seriously hurt, he just felt humiliated. Even worse, by you, a girl he had been convinced to dislike ever since you befriended Theo’s best friend’s sworn enemy, Harry.

You wanted to say sorry the next morning during breakfast, but he strutted away right after seeing you on your way over to him. He was mad at you for embarrassing him, and you found his behavior childish. You both would’ve sworn that this hatred was going to be endless. Until now.

And that scared him.

He couldn’t possibly fall for the girl he had despised all these years. It wouldn’t work anyway. Their houses, their families and their friends just wouldn’t allow it. And their egos wouldn’t either.

Who was Y/N to fall for someone who treated other girls so poorly? Someone who dared to call her best friend worthless and walk around in school he as if he was just better than her and her friends.

But in intimate moments like these, with your head gently placed on his shoulder and his warm jumper wrapped around your body, you both forgot. You forgot about you’re prejudices, about your friends and your families. It was just you two.

Sometimes you wondered if he felt the same way. You doubted it.

As soon as the sun rises, the birds start singing and the castle starts awaking from its tranquil sleep, the peace between you two stopped. His smoking annoyed you. At parties he’d still sneak around with girls. After quidditch matches you’d be still fuming with anger.

Therefore you wished you could stay like this forever. You felt safe in moments like these. Perfectly at peace.

Even though the feeling in your stomach when he looked at you or when you smelt his cologne was the same as always, tonight felt different. The usual comforting silence felt awkward and tense, like something that was yet to be said already made things harder.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

Theo sighed.

“My friends would kill both of us if they saw us like this.”

“So what? I don’t care about you friends.” You scoffed. “I mean, they can’t know.” he said, almost in a whisper.

“Know what?” you asked as you slowly lifted your head from his shoulder and your eyes locked together. His gaze drifted from your eyes to your delicate lips and the air surrounding you was suddenly filled with a heavy tension and desire.

Your breath hitched and your whole body felt like it was on fire as he carefully started to caress your cheek. He leaned in and finally, his lips touched yours. The feeling of your soft lips on his slightly chapped ones was intoxicatin. The kiss was gentle yet passionate and in that exact moment, nothing else mattered.

All doubts you had suddenly left your mind, the only things you could think about being the feeling of his lips on yours, and the fact that you never want this to stop.

You wrapped your hand around his neck as the kiss deepened and it went on like this until you both pulled away to catch your breaths.

And ater that kiss, everything changed.

For the worse

His gaze landed on your eyes once again. And as your expression softened, his became harder. And darker. And the eyes you found yourself lost in just seconds ago suddenly turned cold.

“Did I do so-“

“Give me my jumper. I want to go to bed.”

“What?” You huffed. He can’t be serious right now, right?

“Give it to me, Y/L/N. Our job here is done and I’m tired.”

You scoffed and quickly pulled the emerald green piece of clothing over your head, breathing in his scent for the last time that night. He snatched it out of your hands and left without another word, leaving you alone on the huge staircase, confused and upset.

˚ · • . ° . ˚ · • . ° .

The next morning was even weirder. Your friends had to basically drag you out of bed and once you were seated in your usual seat in the great hall, you just couldn’t stop trying to catch his eyes.

But he seemed rather…. busy. Either you were imagining things or Pansy Parkinson was currently seated on his lap. At breakfast. You frowned and slowly picked at your food with your fork, never taking a single bite.

“Y/N, I think that’s your owl!” Hermione said, the daily prophet in one hand, a teaspoon in the other to stirr her tea. Once the letter dropped onto your lap, you swiftly opened it before quickly patting the owl on its head as a goodbye.

“It’s from professor McGonagall”

“What does it say?” Harry asked, seemingly interested.

You squinted your eyes and Hermione immediately went to look over your shoulder, reading it too as you turned the letter to show her.

“It says that she took notice of my complaints about the pairing and that changes will follow quickly. But I never went to complain about it. And we also never talked about it in class.” You scoffed. The letter was clearly directed at you, and professor McGonagall wasn’t exactly known for making mistakes like sending letters to the wrong person.

Meaning, someone else must’ve told her.

“At least you don’t have to spend any more time with that snob.” Ron chimed in, chewing on his breakfast. You just nodded.

You stopped listening to the conversation as Hermione started to complain about Ron’s table manners and you let your mind wander back to Theo. It must’ve been him who somehow told McGonagall about your complaints. It wasn’t that hard to believe him, considering the professors already knew about the hateful relationship you and Theo had going on.

“I’m gonna go tell Alex, maybe I’ll get paired with her.” You said, getting up from your seat. The trio hummend and waved at you, already being used this.

It wasn’t the whole truth. Yes, if Theo wanted to be a bitch then you definitely wanted to be paired with Alex instead of anyone else. But she also was the only one who knew about you and Theo, and you definitely needed to update her on what’s going on currently. You didn’t dare to tell the Gryffindors, afraid of how they might react. Maybe cutting off contact with you wasn’t so stupid of him. But it was so vicious.

Alex and you have already been friends before you even received your Hogwarts letters. You confided in her with everything, hence she also knew what had been going on between you and Theo these past few months.

She waved you over when she saw you walking towards the Hufflepuff table, letter still in hand. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to sit down. You exchanged quick hellos, and then you began talking, sharing every so tiny detail about last night. And the letter. And the still ongoing situation he had with Pansy Parkinson on his lap, giggling about something he said. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. And he didn’t spare you a single look.

“That fucking twat! He can’t just kiss you and then pull shit like this! You should beet him up, honestly. Even better, kick him off his broom again.” Alex suggested, maybe a bit too loudly, as you were on you way towards potions. Breakfast had already ended and because you didn’t want to keep sitting where everybody could hear you, you decided to leave a bit earlier and take the longer way to the classroom.

“Yeah- I don’t know Lex, this is so weird. I used to hate him all this time and now- now I’m crying after him? This is so stupid”, you murmured, “maybe it’s better this way. Everything will go back to the way it was before and I’ll just- forget.”

But it didn’t go back to how it was before. He didn’t go back to calling you names. And whenever he saw you in hogsmead, he didn’t wait for you to cross paths to light his cigarette anymore like he usually did to annoy you. He just ignored you. And that frustrated you even more. Why couldn’t he just act normal? Why did he have to suddenly act as if you died? As if you just didn’t exist anymore? Why did he have to constantly remind you that something between you did change? How were you supposed to forget it about it like this?

Even in classes, when you dropped something, when you gave the wrong answer or when your potions turned into nothing more than a weird bubbling brown liquid and Snape scolded you for it, even when you embarrassed yourself in front of everyone, he wouldn’t comment it. Draco would mock you. And Mattheo would laugh. Occasionally, if he saw you on your way out, Blaize would annoyingly remind you of whatever had happened in class. But Theo? He wouldn’t look. He wouldn’t react. He wouldn’t care.

But, to your luck, every last Saturday of the month, the students threw a party with all students from every house invited. Only if they were of age. The houses always took turns on whose common room the party will be held in, and July was Slytherin’s turn. Meaning Theo would definitely be there.

Originally, you didn’t want to act so petty. But you felt used after all these months of him pretending. So, there was only one thing you had to keep in mind for a few more weeks;

revenge is a dish best served cold.

And you managed. By now, you had already told Hermione about Theo and even though she didn’t like the thought of you and him at first, considering you spent lots of time together, it made sense. After all, she said it herself when you first got the message of having to go patrolling with him. Maybe you’d start getting along.

So, for the next party, Alex, Mione, and you came up with a tiny, harmless plan. You didn’t know if it would work because his ignorance towards you was still going strong, but it was worth a shot. And a little jealousy never hurt anyone anyway, right?

˚ · • . ° . ˚ · • . ° .

You dressed up. You needed to break his façade one way or another. A tight-fitting, almost-too-short red dress and your favorite jewellery delicately hanging around your neck and wrists with a few rings around your fingers.

You weren’t overdressed, but you didn’t usually go to parties like this. You just went there to have fun with your friends, get drunk and take your mind off of things, never to catch anybody’s attention. You were beautiful dressed up or not, boys always tried to ask you out at those parties no matter what you were wearing, but you always nicely rejected.

Today, you wouldn’t.

After you finished off you makeup with mascara and lipgloss, you put on your heels and finally made your way over to the dungeons, Hermione and Alex right next to you. The boys went first, you assumed they’ve already had some drinks, so hopefully the vibe wouldn’t be too bad.

“This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s not.”

“He probably won’t even look at me, just like he did the whole past month” you sighed, suddenly not feeling as confident anymore.

“If you won’t catch his attention, then surely someone else’s.” Hermione tried to cheer you up once again. “And it’ll at least help you take your mind off of him.” Alex added.

They are right, you told yourself. Just go inside, drink something to calm your nerves, and don’t focus on him.

Easier said than done. The moment you stepped a foot inside the common room, decorated with green lamps and lights, dark leather sofas and with loud music beaming through your ears, your eyes immediately searched for him. He was sitting there, hidden in a dark corner with a ravenclaw girl all over him, but his eyes focused on you.

You locked eyes.

Your breath hitched.

Goosebumps formed all over your body.

You looked away.

Your eyes settled on Harry who was calling you over, a drink for you in his hand. You took it from him, ready to just enjoy yourself and have a good time. For now.

You were more than just tipsy, stumbling over your words and your own feet. Your feet started to hurt in your heels and the guy you’ve been flirting with started to annoy you. His hand was steady on your hip and his lips grazed your neck as he whispered things into your ear you couldn’t comprehend, mind way too hazed.

Meanwhile, Theo felt as though he was going fucking crazy. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He tried so hard not to think about you. He tried so hard to finally get you off his mind. To finally make these feelings for you disappear.

He was supposed to enjoy himself tonight. Make out with yet another girl and then forget about you completely. Some alcohol would help, wouldn’t it? But no, you just had to show up in that tiny fucking dress, showing off your legs for everyone to see. And as if that wasn’t enough, you let that guy’s hands and lips wander over your body as if you belonged to him. You’ve never done anything like this before. You never dressed up like this, and every bloke who ever came too close to you would be hushed away in a second and now you basically bathed in those boys’ attention.

He knew he wasn’t one to judge. Not when he acted the same exact way every single party he went to. But the way you wouldn’t react to his smoke, the fact your nose didn’t scrunch up like it usually would, the way all of your attention was on that guy and not on him, it made him fucking feral.

“Uhhhm you know, you- you look good and all, and we should reaaaaallyyyy continue this another time, but I need some fresh- fresh air right now, so I’ll go.” You hickupped, actually feeling like his weird perfume would suffocate you if you didn’t leave right fucking now.

“I’ll go with y-“

“Nono, don’t worry, I’ll- I’ll go alone.”

You hurried away, not wanting him to follow you. You needed to get out of this huge castle, go somewhere you could actually relax, because the alcohol, in fact, did not help and finally come to terms with the truth; Theo never once left your mind. And your plan sucked too, having achieved absolutely nothing.

You felt way too hot, the smell of that horrible perfume mixed with smoke and alcohol overstimulating your senses. Plus, your mind was racing. Why couldn’t he just talk to you? Tell you what he was thinking that night, tell you what made him lie to your professors about “your complaints”, tell you what fucking made him run away after such an intimate moment.

“Fuckfuckfuck these shoes are fucking killing me!” you whined once you reached the exit.

“Then take ‘em off”

Your eyes opened wide and the cold rain drops falling onto your skin one after one made you shiver.

And so did his voice.

You knew he was standing behind you, but you didn’t dare to turn around. You stared ahead into the nothingness until you felt his presence next to you, arms brushing against each other. His cologne and the fresh air cleared your mind, sobering you up slightly.

“What do you want, Nott?”

“We need to talk.”

“Finally grew a pair or what took you so long?”

Theo exhaled. He turned around to stand face-to-face with you, his blue eyes piercing into yours. And finally that night, you held his gaze. The tension was palpable and you couldn’t help but fiddle with your bracelets and necklace, feeling overwhelmed with the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Listen, I- I know what I did was stupid. And absolutely, in no way, was what I did okay. I just- I’ve kissed a lot of girls before, we both know that, but that kiss between us- it felt so different and t-“

“So you left? And ignored me? And lied to McGonagall? And proceeded to let a girl sit on your lap during fucking breakfast the next fucking morning? That’s a low bow even for you, Nott. Stop behaving like a slut and then maybe we’ll talk.”

“Oh and how did you behave tonight? You’re allowed and I’m not?” His voice was low, his head bending teasingly low towards yours, eyebrows raised, awaiting your reaction.

You scoffed and dodged his gaze. Guess your plan did work out. “Complaining, Nott? One bloke I flirt with and suddenly you’re after me again? Well maybe next time you should think before leaving me! Because, believe it or not, to one of us that kiss actually fucking meant somethi-“

“You seriously think it meant nothing to me?” He yelled, frustration growing in his eyes. “I left because I was scared of what our friends would think if they saw us together! I- I know it was stupid and I got unnecessarily rude after but I’ve never felt anything like that before and that,” he huffed, “I guess that scared me.”

“So when it’s me you care about others opinions, but when it’s that Ravenclaw, or Parkinson, or just any other girl, then you don’t?” You asked, acting as confident in front him as you could.

“For fucks sake, it’s because I like you Y/N, don’t you get it? I genuinely like you! I left ‘cause you’re not like those girls. ‘Cause you’re actually important to me!”

You pondered for a second, lowering your eyes to look at your heels instead of his face. Your heart thumped loudly inside your chest.

You looked up again.

Took a step forward.

And smashed your lips against his.

Your eyes closed as he didn’t waste any more to kiss you back and finally, you felt safe again. With that fuzzy and warm feeling in your stomach and his lips against yours.

“This dress looks so perfect on you.” His hands steadied on your waist, pushing you lightly against the wall. He kissed down your neck, your skin feeling hot. You began playing with his hair as your body relaxed under his touch. You didn’t care about the rain wiping off your makeup. Or about you clothes being absolutely drenched. Nothing mattered other than having him close to you.

“I like you too, Theo.”

His lips parted from your neck, instead he gave you a small peck on your lips, before embracing you in a tight hug, smiling into your hair.

And neither of you let go.

“You’re shivering, want my jumper?”

“Red doesn’t go well with green.”

“Nah, I think it does.”

last part makes more sense as gryffindor!reader but whatever, I hope you liked it!

[cash-111]

What do they think about marriage?

Pairings: slytherin guys x reader

A/N: I am having a severe case of marriage fever, if that even exists. Anyways, have this small HC drabble, tell me what you think.

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Theodore:

Honestly I think he’d be against the idea for a pretty long time (seeing his mother as sort of ‘trapped’ before she died), he’d resent marriage through most of his early life.

But then he’d meet you, and you’d start going on 1, 2… 5 years together? And it would just start to feel so right, so he’d have to pop the question.

He’ll want nothing more than to reclaim this sacred bond as his with you by his side.

Mattheo:

Didn’t really care about marriage one way or another. I do think he’d be secretly very enamored with the idea of a more domestic life, though.

Once he finds the right person, something clicks and he knows he’ll want to spend the rest of his life with them.

Marriage is just one way to crown this desire, and if you want it, he’ll happily oblige.

Draco:

He was brought up with marriage in mind, and I don’t think that bothers him much; it’s just a stepping stone he has to take at some point, though he’s adamant about making his own independent choice when it comes to when, who and how.

His parents may or may not approve of you, he doesn’t care (though it’d be easier if they did), once he’s set on the idea of marrying you that is exactly what he’ll do.

(On another note, I also think he’d find himself enjoying organizing it lol)

Enzo:

Dreams of marriage. Secretly goes through revenue and dresses catalogs when he’s feeling particularly down or lonely.

I think he’d be one of the quickest to take the knee, and even quicker to realize you’re the one he had been waiting for.

Blaise:

Also someone whom I think really holds dear the idea of having such a companionship.

I always imagine him as a single child born to single children, so I think he’d have some kind of family heirloom given to him pretty early in, like his grandma’s ring.

Once you guys have been going out for a while I think he’d roll it around in his hand late at night, while he watches your sleeping form breathe peacefully.

Tom:

Does not want it.

In his plans there had never been any space for that kind of frivolous distraction, plus any title that is bestowed by someone other than him is pretty much meaningless.

(He’s so napoleon takes the crown coded)

Instead, he’d hold a “devotion ceremony”, where you make an unbreakable vow that seals you to him forever. Romantic isn’t he? You should be grateful.

[7s3ven]

SO AMERICAN. theodore nott - university au

intro…

“And he laughs at all my jokes. And he says I'm so American. Oh, God, it's just not fair of him to make me feel this much.”

( olivia rodrigo inspired! reader )

A hidden romance between a guitarist who has loved her since childhood and the lead singer who’s stuck on her toxic ex. What could go wrong?

TRACK LIST.

we’re getting the band back together ! in which… theodore nott, guitarist of a disbanded group, decides to get everyone together again for their final year of uni.

good 4 u ! in which… theo doesn’t expect the band’s first big hit after their reunion to be a song about y/n’s ex. as he stands behind her, playing his guitar, the memories of her crying in his arms come flooding back.

lovesick ! in which… the tension between theo and y/n grows after they spend their holidays writing songs together. everybody can see their feelings for each other but them. “what idiots” draco malfoy says while rolling his eyes.

driver’s license ! in which… after getting her driver’s license, y/n is ready to admit her feelings for theo. her plan ends in tears, though, when she sees him with a blond girl. so what does she do? she writes a song.

enough for you ! in which… as high school comes to an end, the band agree to go their separate ways. a year later, theo is listening to y/n’s newest album, but he notices a shift. little does he know, her songs are no longer abt her ex. they’re abt him.

miss americana & the heartbreak prince ! in which… theo convinces y/n’s manager (+ his friend), pansy parkinson, to let him into the concert for free. as he stands in the front with a large, maybe unnecessary, sign, he realizes how much he has missed y/n.

so american ! a short epilogue of theo and y/n’s life as the it couple after years of pretending they’re just friends. “told you he’d confess eventually.” lorenzo berkshire pipes up, waiting for matteo to hand him the cash.

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[thestarsarebrightertonight]

oh baby its blue flame // tom riddle x fem reader

"will-o the-wisp, babe oh baby its blue flame!"

playlist : blue flame - lesserafim

summary : tom is cold and closed off , theres something off about him and most people know that. so why are you so drawn to him like a moth to the flame?

ravenclaw reader , use of y/n , tom is nicer, AU he isnt voldemort or evil LMAO

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"youre staring again. even a blind man could see youre staring." your best friend cassandera stated blankly , sat next to you in potions and watching you stare dreamily at a very focused tom riddle.

"i cant help it! hes just so handsome and interesting dont you think?" you whispered back , trying not to gain the attention of mindlessly waffling slughorn.

"handsome? 100%. interesting? more like terrifying!" she whispered back.

you rolled your eyes at this , "i dont get why everyone is so scared of him , hes beautiful and polite."

"yeah well the devil was once beautiful too," she mumbled in dissaproval as you gasped dramatically.

"you did not just compare him to the devil!" you gaped in suprise and slight amusement.

"he seemed pretty devilish when he took away house points because we were in the corridors one minute after cerfew!!" she whisper shouted , reliving the anger she felt when a uninterested tom riddle took away 10 points each from us.

"that was kinda mean of him," you nodded in quiet contemplation.

"oh dont act like you were upset- you admired him and said 'yes tom' like a lovesick puppy!" she scoffed.

"its not my fault the darkness of the corridor made his complexion a little more angelic than usual!" you shrugged as you both gigged.

"miss y/l/n , question 4?" slughorn asked , snapping you back into the harsh reality that you were currently meant to be doing potions.

"huh? oh uhh...well....pheonix feather?" you asked timidly as the whole class laughed only to be shushed by slughorn who held a disapproving look.

"maybe you would know the question if you werent so focussed on talking to miss cassandera." he shook his head as you sheepishly apoligised ,"mr riddle do you have a question?"

you eyes shot to tom who had his hand up , awaiting slughorns attention.

"amortentia," he stated simply as slughorn nodded , stating he was correct. you watched tom for a second longer , startled when his eyes looked at you , a visible smirk on his lips.

you widened your eyes in suprise and looked away quickly , startled and nervous.

"please tell me you saw that." you said sternly , staring forward at nothing as cassandera who did the same nodded with an equally shocked face.

"he smirked." she stated as you nodded.

"and it was hot."

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later that day you sat on a stone bench , reading with cassandera beside you doing the same thing, until you were interrupted by a shadow blocking the sun that shone on you just seconds before.

groaning in frustration you look up to see who had blocked your light , completely paralysed in shock to see tom riddle looking down at you.

"i thought ravenclaws were smart. however you dont seem to even have the capacity of focusing in lesson." he said so coldy you felt a chill run down your spine.

"what? i...i just got distracted." you stuttered , flustered by his presence and rudeness.

"by me." he stated simply making a bright blush heat up your cheeks , "youd be suprised how easy it is to hear someone sat two rows behind you in a relitively silent classroom."

your whole body burned in embrassament as cassandera pretended to be interested in the floor , secretly listening to the conversation you had with tom.

"oh merlin i- im so sorry i-" you stuttered , not even wanting to make eye contact.

"your confidence was endearing." he again said so blankly , "itd be a shame if i found you in the corridor after cerfew tonight, no? id have to deduct points no doubt."

you were shocked by his flirting? what in the world is happening.

"yeah itd be a shame, i do have a lot of homework to catch up with at the library , i worry it could run over cerfew," you finally looked back up and regained your lost confidence.

he looked down , a faint smirk on his face , "funny thing i cover the librarys corridor. see you then."

he then walked away again , leaving the courtyard and disappearing into the crowds , leaving you to gape after the ghost of his presence.

"i never thought that man would be capable of flirting. never." cassandera muttered in pure shock , both of your jaws on the floor.

"i need to go to the library." you said throwing the book you held and grabbing your satchel in a hurry before walking away.

"hell yeah you do , run bitch!" cassandera happily cheered for you from the bench.

[belqva]

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warnings: domestic violence, mentions of murder (it’s tom riddle are we even surprised?)

summary: At the hour of the owl, driven by anger and hurt, you left your dorm and wandered towards the Black Lake. There you encounter Tom Riddle. Your enigmatic conversation with your academic rival took an unexpected turn, leaving you with more questions than answers as you headed back to the castle.

pairing: tom riddle x ravenclaw fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is a draft that I didn’t plan on posting but I’m so busy atm I don’t have time to write anything else 🥲 again english is not my first language so sorry if there are any mistakes! as always my inbox is open and I’m happy to hear any criticism or requests as long as you are polite 🤍 not incredibly proud of this but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <333

It was the hour of the owl when you left your dorm room. Strictly forbidden, yes, but as a prefect—even if off-duty that evening—you were willing to risk detention. Quite unusual for an obedient Ravenclaw like yourself, but here you were, sneaking out like a thief in the night.

“Oh, bloody hell,” you muttered, consumed by anger that clouded your thoughts. Hatred and adrenaline coursed through your veins. The Ravenclaw common room was empty; everyone else was already in bed, even those who usually stayed up late. No one would see or question your departure. It was nearly three in the morning, dark and silent.

You made your way across the empty common room and down the stairs of Ravenclaw Tower, not entirely sure where you were going, but driven by a need to escape everything. The ancient Hogwarts castle was cold and empty, its walls whispering secrets. Some might find the silence unsettling, but you found it oddly comforting. The cool evening breeze was soothing against your warm skin, though you would likely regret leaving your sweater behind later. Dressed in your usual uniform—a skirt, a white button-up, and the silver-blue tie— you moved carefully through the deserted halls, avoiding even the faintest creak.

The castle felt unimaginably vacant. Your anger had begun to ebb, replaced by a gradual calmness. The walk and fresh air had helped. As you meandered through the halls, you decided to venture outside the castle. It wasn’t entirely safe, but you had your wand and weren't afraid of the dark anymore. The stars shone brightly above, and your worries seemed to drift away.

Heading towards the Black Lake to clear your mind, you noticed a figure on the shore. Your heart raced with fear. Quickly gripping your wand, you crept closer, only to recognize the familiar figure of Tom Riddle. His jet-black hair, piercing dark eyes, and imposing stature could not be mistaken. The sight of him was both intimidating and oddly magnetic.

“Riddle,” you called, your voice cutting through the quiet. As he turned, his wand aimed at the ready, you saw his defensive stance relax.

“Y/L/N,” Tom said, his tone sharp as ever. “It is rather uncouth to approach someone unannounced.”

You had never liked him, and the feeling was mutual. What began as a snarky rivalry in your first year had escalated into a fierce competition. Each of you tried to outdo the other, pushing boundaries and limits, reveling in victories and defeats. Despite your mutual animosity, there was an undeniable, if twisted, connection between you. Tom was not like other boys; he was cold, calculating, and ruthless. Yet, he maintained a facade of the humble, ambitious scholar. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and though you would never admit it, you found his intensity compelling.

“Well, that certainly wasn’t my intention, Riddle. My apologies,” you replied sarcastically.

As you approached, you noticed Tom’s irritated expression and the cigarette he had dropped. He took out another one, lit it with his wand, and took a drag before addressing you.

“I should be asking you the same thing, Y/L/N,” he said, ignoring your remark. “It’s never easy with you, is it?”

“You’re the one to talk,” you retorted. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

Tom’s unimpressed glance betrayed his indifference. “Well, I’m delighted to catch you off guard.”

The sight of him indulging in such a muggle habit was unexpected. Given his staunch pureblood beliefs, it was surprising. But you supposed it made sense, considering his upbringing in a muggle orphanage. Where he got the cigarettes from was another mystery.

His reaction to your mention of muggles was intense. “I have nothing to do with those filthy creatures. The mere idea is offensive. Muggles are obsessed with pleasure, indulgence, and waste. They are nothing but animals in disguise.”

Tom’s passionate tirade was one of his defining traits. His ability to articulate his disdain with such fervor was both disturbing and strangely admirable. You had learned to disregard his over-the-top responses, focusing instead on his more genuine moments.

“Merlin, Riddle, calm down. It was just a question,” you said, trying to remain unfazed.

“And I am just answering you,” he countered, his demeanor quickly reverting to his usual composed facade. He took another drag of his cigarette, and a heavy silence settled between you.

After a moment, he broke the quiet. “So what is an obedient Ravenclaw like yourself doing out at this hour? I thought breaking the rules wasn’t your style.” His smirk was maddening.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, the earlier anger fading, replaced by an uncomfortable shudder of vulnerability. Tom noticed the change in your demeanor and his expression grew serious. His perceptiveness was unnerving, a reminder of why you found it hard to trust him fully.

“Well, it’s stupid really. Foolish,” you admitted, defeated.

Tom raised an eyebrow, puffing smoke as you locked eyes. A silent understanding passed between you, a mutual recognition of the truth. You began to speak, revealing the turmoil behind your nighttime escapade.

You sat on the edge of your bed, struggling to focus on your assignments late into the evening.

The room was quiet except for the sound of your quill scratching parchment and the occasional rustle of pages. All your dormmates were out at a Gryffindor party celebrating their victory over Slytherin in the Quidditch match. You weren't worried about their early return; it was Friday, and with no classes the next day, they were likely to be out until afternoon, lost in firewhisky or other indulgences. They'd tried to drag you along, but you'd claimed a severe headache and a need for rest. None of them believed you, dismissing your excuses with rolled eyes and playful jabs.

As they left, one of them teased,

"Have fun trying to turn rubbish into a raccoon dog," and they all laughed.

You rolled your eyes, knowing their words were harmless. You were close friends who respected each other deeply; this was just part of your dynamic.

Just as you were settling into the quiet, a sudden interruption shattered the peace. Someone opened your dorm room door, and annoyance flared at the disruptive noise. "Jane, is that you? Because I swear on my mother's-" you began scolding as you turned, but your words faltered when you saw the dark mop of slicked-back hair. It was your boyfriend, Wiglaf Siggurdson.

"Sorry to disappoint," he chuckled, closing the door behind him with a soft click. You were relieved it wasn't one of the girls, but his presence did little to uplift your mood. You liked Wiglaf; he was smart, confident, and everything a girl could wish for. Yet, you often questioned if you truly loved him, if you loved him enough to be with him. He was the one who had asked you to be his girlfriend, and being the polite person you were, you had accepted. He came from a wealthy family, had impeccable manners, played Quidditch, and was almost perfect in every way. But you appreciated him more as a friend and couldn't bring yourself to admit it. You tried hard to convince yourself that he was the one, but your heart wouldn't comply. He was kind, brought you flowers, carried your books, walked you to classes, and treated you like the most special girl on earth. Yet, his presence stirred a surge of irritation.

"I was studying, you know, before you decided to interrupt me unannounced," you said stiffly, turning back to your work. Wiglaf stood in the middle of the room, unsure of how to proceed.

"So, no greeting? No 'Hello, my dear boyfriend who decided to ditch a party to come and see me'?" he remarked sarcastically. "And it's not like you're not always studying.

Nothing new really," he muttered under his breath. The tension in the room was palpable.

"Well, I didn't ask you to come see me," you said matter-of-factly without turning around. His frustration was evident as he moved closer to you.

"And not all of us have a rich father to secure a job at the Ministry as soon as we graduate, you know," you said, tone sharp. He sat beside you and sighed heavily. Dressed in a blue sweater and casual dress pants, he looked dejected.

"And not all of us have a rich father to secure a job at the Ministry as soon as we graduate, you know," you said, tone sharp. He sat beside you and sighed heavily. Dressed in a blue sweater and casual dress pants, he looked dejected.

"You know I didn't mean it like that," he said softly. You still refused to look at him. "Sure," you mumbled, uninterested.

"And anyway, if you marry me, you won't have to worry about things like that," he added, beaming with self-satisfaction. You froze, trying to process his words. "Excuse me?" you said, clearly offended. It wasn't unusual for women not to work after graduation, but you had made it clear that you intended to. His casual joke about it now was hurtful. You had hoped he understood you better. Even if you did marry him, you wanted to work and maintain your

independence. You didn't want to rely on anyone, especially not someone you weren't sure you truly loved.

"What's up with you?" Wiglaf groaned. "You're always so wound up and offended by everything I say.

You're always busy studying, and it's always some excuse for why you can't go or can't do this or that. You never actually want to spend time with me." His voice rose with anger. "So far, I'm the only one putting any effort into this relationship It's supposed to be a two person job.”

You frowned and buried your face in your hands. "Wiglaf, I'm not in the mood for this right now. I want to study and go to sleep. Can we please save this lecture for another time?" you said wearily.

"No!" he thundered unexpectedly.

"You don't get to do this. You don't get to treat me like some dog on a leash," he hissed. You sighed, exasperated. "Oh, come on, stop acting childish, Wiglaf," you said, rolling your eyes as you began packing up your papers. You had no intention of continuing this argument; all you wanted was to go to bed.

"I come here, ditching all my mates to spend time with my girlfriend, who doesn't even bother to greet me, and now I'm the one acting childish?" He stood up, his frustration reaching a crescendo. "Oh, please," you muttered, standing up as well. As you tried to gather your papers, they slipped from your hands as Wiglaf gripped your wrists. The sudden contact shocked you, and your eyes widened in surprise.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson," he said with a dangerous glint in his eyes. You could see the lust taking over his gaze. "Wiglaf, let go of me. I'm not in the mood right now," you said, your patience fraying.

But he was too enraged to listen. He pulled you closer, his grip painful.

"Wiglaf, let go! You're hurting me!" you protested, struggling against his hold. Instead of relenting, he pressed himself against you and forcefully kissed you, gripping your face and preventing you from breaking free. In a desperate attempt to escape, you kicked him in the shin. The contact caused him to release you, and he hunched over in pain. You stood there, stunned by your own actions while he grunted, recovering from the kick.

The room was silent except for his pained breathing.

When he regained his composure, his eyes burned with rage. "Wiglaf, I-" you started, but before you could finish, he slapped you across the face.

The force of the blow left you reeling, and you felt the sting and warmth of blood on your lips. Wiglaf stood there, stunned, as if he couldn't fully grasp what he had just done.

Your fight-or-flight response kicked in, and you pushed past him, fleeing the room. He didn't try to follow you.

After a few moments, he collapsed on the floor, staring at the floorboards as he grappled with the gravity of his actions.

As you ran through Ravenclaw Tower, a whirlwind of emotions swept through you: shock, shame, disgust, guilt, sadness, and finally, red-hot seething anger. The only thought that brought you any comfort was the imagined cold, lifeless body of Wiglaf.

How could he do this after everything you had shared? It was unfathomable.

And that's how you found yourself sitting beside Tom Riddle on the shore of the Black Lake.

...and then I just left," you finished quietly. A heavy silence followed your explanation, and Tom's features darkened. You chuckled at the irony of it all. "Well, I suppose that's what l get for thinking that I-"

You didn't get to finish your sentence as Tom interrupted you. "I'm going to kill him." He stated plainly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You flinched at his violent intentions.

"What?" You quaked hoarsely. He couldn't be serious... could he?

"You heard me." Tom's eyes were sharp as he took a few steps closer. But you never knew Tom Riddle to be the type to joke about things like that.

"He dared lay a hand on what's mine, and now he's going to pay for it." His tone was cold.

What's his? By day, you were nothing but an academic rival to Tom Riddle, but by night, you were suddenly his treasured possession? What a twisted mind indeed. You sighed at his words, rubbing your temples, trying to make sense of everything. "Tom, you can't just-"

"Yes, I can and I will. Because tell me, do you not think about me when he's inside of you, when you touch yourself, when you wake up in the morning? You don't love him, Y/N. We both know it. And don't try to deny it. I see right through you." His voice was dark. "And don't tell me what I can and can't do. That's not for you to decide."You were stunned, your mind blank.

Tom Riddle was a confusing enigma.

One moment he hated you, the next he was willing to kill for you. For him, it was all the same. Wiglaf would just be another addition to his growing collection of Horcruxes. It was a win-win for him: a Horcrux, the removal of an annoyance, and you-all in one plan. Three birds, one stone.

Tom's body was now facing yours, and his cold hands brushed a stray hair from your forehead. "Don't waste your mind on people like him. I don't even know why you're with that dimwit..." he muttered quietly. His fingers traced the curve of your lip and the bloody spot Wiglaf's assault had left. As he touched you, the fire in your body reignited, and the magic you only felt around him came to life.

You never felt this way around Wiglaf.

With Tom, it was like you were alive for the first time. You burned for him.

You loved him. He knew it, and you knew it. Yet both of you understood it could never work. Your ambitions were far too... different.

You let your head rest on his palm, closing your eyes for a moment, letting all your worries fade away. Dreaming about a world in which Tom was capable of loving you. Or perhaps a world in which you were able to go against your moral compass and accept his twisted mind. You kissed his palm gently and then pulled away.

"I ought to get back to the castle before someone catches us. We'll both be in trouble." You cleared your throat and spoke.

Tom simply hummed in response.

Reluctantly, you moved away and started for the castle. Before you got too far, you turned to speak softly so he could hear you. "Good night, Tom."

His gaze was on you, but he didn't reply. You continued your way back to the castle, his eyes following your retreating form. When you were far enough away that Tom was sure you couldn't hear him, he spoke softly,

"Good night, my love."

The next morning, you didn't see Wiglaf at his usual spot at the breakfast table. You approached one of his mates to inquire about his whereabouts, wondering if he was hungover or something. But as you spoke to him, a look of concern crossed his face, and he regretfully explained that Wiglaf had ended up in the hospital wing the night before. No one knew how or why.

You felt a pair of eyes on you and turned to the Slytherin table. There they were: two onyx eyes staring back at you, deep into your soul, letting you know that once again, he had emerged victorious.

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[feistyfox47]

Y/n: We call that a traumatic experience. Y/n, turning to Theodore: Not a "bruh moment". Y/n, turning to Draco: Not "sadge". Y/n, turning to Mattheo: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

[navia3000]

hello! I'd like to request a Tom Riddle oneshot, maybe a part 2 to Amortentia? But if you don't want that, I have an idea where Tom sees y/n as an academic rival but they get partnered yet realize that they enjoy each other's company.I only request that it's a ravenclaw reader hehe and it's up to you to make it more fluffy hehe, advance thank you!!

Potions Class - T. Riddle

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Pairing : Tom Riddle x Ravenclaw! Reader

Warnings : Cursing

Genre : Fluff, or, where Tom and reader are forced to work together after years of rivalry

A/N : I saw this request and got to work immediately! I hope I did your vision justice! And, I am working on Amortentia part two so I will let you know when that’s out <3

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Requests are Open

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“Y/N, you’re with Riddle for this one.”

Her professor’s words made her heart stop. No, she thought, it can’t be. It’s no secret that Tom Riddle is her biggest rival. The Slytherin has been a thorn on her side ever since first year, the two competing for the highest grades possible.

Of course, if you asked her, she’d say she’s the best of the two, and that Tom Riddle is nothing but a stuck up piece of sh-

“Well, I knew the day would come when we would have to work together at some point.” Tom Riddle’s aggravatingly smooth voice jolted her from her thoughts.

“Yes, I suppose so,” she spoke with reluctance. She watched as the boy sat next to her, and she galked at his nonchalance. “Does this not bother you?”

“Very much so, but nothing I can do about it. Well, other than show you how to correctly brew a potion.” He struck a nerve and he knew it.

“I know how to brew a potion, thank you very much. My excellent grade in this class proves it.”

“Whatever you say, darling.” The nickname brought a heat to her cheeks, her mind overrun with thoughts of how devastatingly irritating Tom Riddle was.

The pair got to work in silence, only speaking when reciting the recipe from memory, or asking for an ingredient from the other. As they worked, Y/N found herself oddly at ease. She had to admit, they worked well together.

As they waited for the cauldron to boil, he broke the silence. “What are your thoughts on the Astronomy project?”

She was surprised at first, but answered honestly. “I thought it easy. Not exactly necessary seeing as it was information we both already knew, but I found it enjoyable.” He huffed out a small laugh at her words, an action which took her completely off-guard.

“Yes, I thought it enjoyable as well. Although, I am quite positive I got a better grade than you,” he spoke with a teasing smirk.

“You did not!” She exclaimed with a laugh.

“Did too. Denial is not a good look on you, dear raven.” Once again, she was surprised at seeing this side of Tom, the two so busy competing and never actually getting to know each other. Yet she was enjoying their easy banter, her affection for him certainly growing as the minutes ticked by.

“Alright, just add the basil and stir, and we should be fine.” He spoke as she did what he instructed. However, they were both startled when the potion began bubbling and overflowing from the cauldron.

“What did you do?” Tom exclaimed.

“I did what you said!”

“No, this clearly is not what I said.” At his words, she turned to stare at him in disbelief. How dare he accuse her of messing up the potion? Yet, as the pair made eye contact, they couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, drawing the attention from their classmates.

“Well,” he spoke after three minutes of uncontrollable laughter, “it seems we have managed to fuck this up royally.”

“It seems we have,” the smile was glued on her face.

“What do you say we get together to study, we clearly need the work.” She paused at his words, searching his eyes to decipher a hidden motive to his offer.

“I’d like that,” she spoke after she couldn’t find one.

“Great.” He began cleaning up their workspace.

“Great,” she whispered back.

Tom Riddle is definitely not what she thought.

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[randomgurl2326]

Andromeda and Perseus: Destined Masterlist

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“He saved her in every way imaginable, yet she didn’t know she did the same for him…”

Prologue

First Year:

Chapter 1: Platform 9 3/4 // Chapter 2: It's the Sorting Hat, Duh // Chapter 3: My Father Will Kill Me

Second Year:

Third Year:

Fourth Year:

Fifth Year:

Sixth Year:

Seventh Year:

Epilogue

I will post once or twice every week on Sunday’s, though I might fall behind, I will also add chapters if and when they are needed. This is my first big story, so I would love feedback from readers and fellow creators. Thank you SO MUCH for giving me and this story a chance. Please let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist💚💜

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[lvnalxve]

Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

SLOW MOTION

“You’re my escape from reality, you know what you mean to me”

Hidden deep in the middle of the forbidden forest was a small opening in a beautiful meadow filled with white flowers. In the middle of the meadow sat Mattheo. Y/N rested her head on his thighs while he played with her hair. She opened her eyes and looked at the boy, who was smiling at her with love and affection in his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she laughed while smiling back. His smile grew as he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Every time I’m with you, every bad thought, every negative emotion, and every insecurities disappear when I’m with you. You’re my escape from reality, you mean the world to me,” he whispered as he lifted her up to sit on his lap. Y/N smiled as she brushed Mattheo’s hair that covered his eyes to the side. “I feel the same way when I’m with you,” she said as she leaned in and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his forehead against hers. 

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“If I could stop time for real, would it make it any easier for me to love you?”

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Sorry that this was ass, my mind is all over the place and it’s been a while since I last wrote 🤧

[purplefox-writes]

A Past Curfew Encounter (OC x Tom Riddle)

Summary: OC character Violetta breaks curfew and bumps into prefect Tom Riddle making his rounds, who, she notices, holds a book from the restricted section. Word-count: 580 Content warnings: none

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Violetta’s blue school robe fluttered as she walked swiftly through the darkened corridors of Hogwarts, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She had lost track of time engrossed in a book on ancient runes, and now she was well past her curfew.

As she turned the corner, she collided with the chest of someone, almost losing her balance. It was none other than infamous Tom Riddle, who was happening to be making his prefect rounds in this part of the castle. He quickly reached and steadied her, his hands gripping her elbows firmly.

"Violetta," he said sternly, his gaze fixed intently on her face "what are you doing out of bed at this hour?”

As he held onto her arms, his grip strong and reassuring, she felt herself getting lost in his alluring smell, of pine and cedar wood, with a touch of smoke. She inhaled.

She knew she should be afraid, but there was something about the way he looked at her that made her feel both safe and dangerously excited at the same time.

Only when her gaze fell upon his hands, still clasping her arms, did he release her, his throat clearing in an apologetic manner. With a sweet smile she said: "I'm sorry, I lost track of time in the library. I was just returning to the Astronomy tower.”

She held out the book, hoping that the prefect would be satisfied with her explanation. But as he reached for it, she noticed something strange in his other hand - a book with a black leather cover, with an intriguing title.

"Is that...a book from the restricted section?" she asked, a smirk forming on her lips.

The prefect's expression darkened. "That's none of your concern, Violetta. I suggest you return to your common room immediately.”

Violetta hesitated, torn between not wanting to get in trouble and her curiosity about the forbidden book. But something in the way the prefect was holding it, as if it were a treasure, intrigued her. Plus, she couldn’t resist pushing his buttons a little more. "Oh come on, Tom. You can't tease me like that and then expect me to just walk away.”

Tom's eyes flickered with amusement, despite his efforts to maintain a stern facade. "I'm afraid I can, Violetta. The rules apply to everyone, even the brightest minds in Ravenclaw."

Violetta looked into his dark eyes playfully, while straightening her school robes. "You know, you could at least pretend to be impressed by my dedication to my studies. I mean, not everyone would risk getting caught after curfew just to read."

Tom raised an eyebrow. "True. But not everyone would also go snooping around the library, trying to uncover dark secrets. How else you would recognise this book, hm?”

Violetta's smile faltered slightly, as she realised that he was on to her. "Hey, I wasn't snooping. I just happened to notice your little secret and deduct the obvious."

Tom's lips curled into a smirk. "My little secret? And what makes you think that I have any secrets, Violetta?”

Violetta stepped closer to him, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that you're clutching a book about the dark arts in your hand?"

Tom's expression softened slightly, as he gazed down at her. "You're a clever girl, Violetta. I'll give you that."

Violetta grinned, emboldened by his reaction. "So, what are you going to do? Turn me in?”

Tom shook his head, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "No. But you owe me a favour now. And trust me, I always collect my debts."

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Y/n: If I die first, promise to wait for me, okay, Tom?

Tom: Oh, Y/n. When I die, I’m taking you with me.

Y/n: I can’t tell if that’s a threat or a compliment.

Tom: I’d think of it more as a grim inevitability.

[carpentvrs]

The End — Mattheo Riddle

pairing :: mattheo riddle x reader

summary :: all things must come to an end, right?

based on the song the end by tom odell

warnings :: cursing (like one or two times), (mentions of) addiction & substance abuse & a toxic household, angst!! no use of y/n, tom‘s mattheo‘s brother, after hogwarts au, voldy doesn’t exist

a/n :: very angsty but i hope you like it anyway! again, english isn’t my native language so please don’t mind any mistakes. if requested, I’m up for a part two! biggest thank you to alex for helping me write <33 rebolgs are very appreciated

some things begin with the knowledge of them having an end. like watching a movie or reading a book, like going on a walk or on vacation. soon enough you will turn off the tv, close the book, return home, and tell your friends all about your summer days. if the movie is bad, you know it won’t go on forever. one more hour and you can walk out the cinema. if the book is good, you can reread it sometime, if it’s bad, close it. you can always or never again go on walks and if you don’t or do enjoy your summer trip, you know you’ll come back home either way. So many different possibilities, always the same fate. It has to end one day.

a relationship isn’t like that. it can either go on forever, until both lovers fall into the nothingness, trying to find each other even in the afterlife, hand in hand in every universe.

or it’ll end. in a peaceful or in a painful way. it ends with ’ i don’t think we want the same things for our future ‘ or with infidelity. it ends with different beliefs or with different lovers. it ends with one trying and the other giving up, it ends with one failing and the other failing to help.

mattheo riddle feels as though you two are growing apart, your usually interlocked fingers slipping through each others, no one reaching to strengthen the hold. he knows it’s his fault, he puts you through things you shouldn’t have to go through. he tries to get clean, but both of you know that with him, it’s always one wobbly step forward and three steady ones back. he tries nonetheless.

“uhm, hey, can we talk, maybe? go for a walk in the park if you’d like?”

you know what he wants to talk about. you hadn’t seen each other in a while, despite being in a relationship – if you could still call it that. not seeing each other for a month, that’s not usual, right? at least it shouldn’t be. you know it and he knows it, there’s no denying. at least you agreed to meet up now.

he puts on his leather jacket and grabs his keychain, the rattling sound of his keys and the many key rings and charms colliding together reminding him of your promise. if you make it through to next month, i’ll craft you another key ring. try for me, love. please. you did it just as a little reminder that you do care. but he’s never managed a whole month before. maybe the bottle opener attached to the key chain was a bigger reminder that eventually, one beer wouldn’t hurt him. or two.

you made key rings and charms for almost everyone. all your friends have them and your family does too. wether its an initial of their name or of their partner‘s name, a symbol or whatever else they wished for, you made it for them. and everyone loves them. so does mattheo, you thought. or did. otherwise he’d surely make more effort to treat them with care and most of them wouldn’t have scrapes and scratches all over them, and there wouldn’t be a crack in your initial either, which, to no one’s surprise, was another result of one-too-many drunken nights.

he wants to make things right, and he’s certain it’s gonna work. spending time together in the park you went to after your first date sounds nice, doesn’t it?

your first official date was in a small pub, a few months after your joint time in Hogwarts had ended. you still remember walking through the rose garden in the north side of that park after that date. the sky was painted in a velvety black, the sun‘s final farewell long forgotten and the gates were already shut. but you managed to sneak in anyway. he picked a rose for you and you appreciated the gesture more than anything, soon enough you and him both had a little rose charm attached to your keychains. he lost his, you still have yours.

looking at it now, you should’ve realized then that the way he stumbled on the way back home was already a warning sign that he didn’t hold back when alcohol was involved. And if he couldn’t keep it together on a first date, then why would he around friends? Why would he around his family, why would he around yours? And why would he not use it as a way to calm his nerves whenever life gets serious when he so obviously already did that for nothing more than a harmless first date with a person he’s known for almost longer than he’s not?

you know most of his problems go way back. they come from his father’s unloving and cold gaze and his mother’s absence whenever his father lifted his finger. as if that wasn’t enough, his brother tom would always be in the spotlight, while mattheo was kept hidden away in the shadows. if that’s how he felt, no wonder he had to find a way to forget all about it.

you tried to help. you always did.

but how were you supposed to help someone who didn’t want help himself? drugs surely aren’t the only way out. self control is a term long forgotten in mattheo‘s mind, and it was solely on him to change that.

hence you’re not as certain as him that this talk is going to help. mattheo has made too many empty promises, told too many lies and had too many accidents. sometimes even unforgivable ones. the hand that rested on that red haired girl’s lower back every time you’d meet up with your friends, that couldn’t just be a mistake. you’d love to know what he whispered in her ear whenever he had too much to drink, and you crave to know her replies, considering the relationship between you and mattheo wasn’t ever a secret. at least you didn’t make it one.

he’s already sitting on a bench in the park, carefully petting a dog that was busy sniffing the ground beneath him. mattheo sees you and immediately stands up to make his way over to you, leaving the dog behind to run back to its owner.

“they kinda look alike, don’t they?”

“who?”

“that dog and its owner, same eye and hair colour”

you smile slightly and look up at mattheo. your good looking, sweet and romantic matty. you used to be so deeply in love, one look at him and you were on cloud nine, swooning and giggling with nothing but pure adoration and love in your eyes. your little dates used to be fun, with deep conversation and lighthearted gossip sessions with moments of comforting silence filling the spaces in between.

and now? meaningless topics and useless small talk. Just the same as your last few meetups one month ago. It was more of a chore than it was enjoyable. some time has passed, the birds loudly chirping while you and him walked with slow steps, his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, yours swinging slowly on either side of your body.

„i’ve been clean for almost three weeks now, actually. 20 days.“

your eyes widened and your head quickly turns to look at him. you’re happy for him, you truly are. but your heart still doesn’t feel as full as it usually would with mattheo, and if he managed to keep that 20 day streak during a whole month of almost no contact between you two, then he would manage it also when you’re not with him anymore. right?

„oh, that’s great! ‘m proud of you, mattheo,“

„you don’t sound as happy as I expected,“ he begins, „is something wrong?“

at that moment he knows he has to claw back his confidence. maybe you had already given up, and he just didn’t want to believe it. he know you well, without a doubt. it was the lack of his nickname that gave it away. your loving ‚ matty ‘ was replaced by a simple ‚ mattheo ‘ , no nickname, no pet name. 20 days, for him, is a long time. why aren’t you half as happy as when he told you about his one week achievement 2 months ago? is it because just a day after telling you about it, you found him asleep on his couch with a half empty whiskey bottle on the table in front of him?

„no- i mean, yes, actually. it’s just-“ you stumbled over your words. you don’t want to have to say it, don’t want to say it loud, don’t want to see his pained reaction and, most importantly, you don’t want to be the cause of it. but you know you can’t keep going like this, you had lost hope a while ago, and this is the only way out.

„do you think we can be friends?“

he blinks. „what?“

your voice is shakier than ever. „friends, mattheo. i can’t keep going like this. i want to break up, once and for all. our relationship has been going downhill for too long now, you know that.“ your eyes are fixated on your shoes, not daring to look him in his eyes.

he swears he can he hear his heart being shattered and torn apart and feels how a part of his soul is leaving his body, leaving the rest to grow tired and dark and empty. tears slowly fill his eyes as he reaches for your hands, making you look at him.

you do, but quickly pull your arms back. „you can’t do this to me! i- i need you, i can’t do this without you, i can’t!“ warm tears roll down your face, and you want to hug him so bad. keep his body close to yours and not let go.

but you have to let go.

mattheo hates it. but if being friends with you means he doesn’t lose you completely, then maybe it’ll be okay. and if he really loved you, and you really loved him, then maybe, if he gets better, you’d come back. he hopes.

„and if i change?“

„maybe, matty- mattheo,“ your voice trembles „but i need to be sure you don’t hurt either of us for now. i need time, but i don’t want to lose you. friends mattheo, please?“

„you wanna be friends? after all thi-“

„mattheo i‘m begging you“

he pinches his nose, tears streaming down his face. this is his fault. of course it is. this is the consequence he has to deal with. He should’ve realized sooner that his alcohol consumption wasn’t only his, but also the problem of the people around him. and now he loses you just because of his reckless and stupid behavior. he has to change. he needs to.

„alright! fuck, alright. friends. i‘ll make it better, i swear. i won’t disappoint you, not again.“

you nod, mustering up a smile as well as you could. you hug him one last time, feeling his hand wrap around you body with a tight hold on your shirt. you feel his tears falling onto your shirt, and he feels yours.

he hates it, but maybe he needs this wake-up call. he will change. 20 days and many more to come, he won’t go back. and he’ll do it for you.

the sun slowly sets and you’ve reached the same rose garden you’d come to after your first date. the memories flood back but it’s no use.

mattheo and you, you’ve now reached the end.

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it wasn’t until two days later that you went to the same park again with your best friend alex. „isn’t that mattheo over there?“

your heart paused for a second as you looked over and saw the boys with beer bottles in their hands. draco took a sip as theo had already downed almost half oh his beer in one swig.

you felt your heart break thinking about how mattheo already started drinking again after only two days. until you actually looked at his hands, finding nothing but a simple can of coke.

you left out a sigh of relief, smiling to yourself.

your eyes locked and he smiled back at you, even his eyes seemingly lighting up. you blushed slightly, turning you head back to alex. 22 days wasn’t a lot, but it was great starting point. especially for him.

„yeah, that’s my matty.“

hope you liked it! requests are open <3

[magicbystarlight]

Venomous - Part Thirteen

Masterlist, Part One

Summary: A wife. A mother. A witch with someone else's name. That’s the life you didn’t want. So Tom offered you more.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: 18+, injuries, blood. Minors DNI.

A/N: Our poor reader finally catches a break? Kind of?

Dumbledore mouthed a silent apology as you clutched your chest. When you calmed, he pointed to his mouth. You made him sit before lifting the Silencing Charm. Hoarsely he said, “We should move.”

You rejected the idea. “Help will be here soon,” you told him, explaining Drein. It would be a bigger risk to move since this area had already been checked and dismissed. You didn’t tell him, however, that he didn’t look like he could handle moving.

Unlike you he knew how to catch fish. Accio fish . It was embarrassingly obvious. He’d offered to hunt, but you’d grown too attached to the rabbit still hopping back and forth. It was for the best. Retrieving the fish had already winded him. You took over preparing the fish, claiming the need to learn. It wasn’t too different from preparing potion ingredients. Removing the skin and deboning. It was good to have a task to focus on. A small fire was set to cook the fish and quickly extinguished when done. The smoke was too big a risk to keep going for long.

Your face scrunched at the taste.

“Not quite as tasty as the house elves make?” he joked. There hadn’t been much conversation. Another risk.

You swallowed the bite. “It’s a tad fishier than I’m used to.”

It was worrying how time continued to pass. The adrenaline had worn into anxiety. Dumbledore insisted you rest. You laid on the cot and closed your eyes. Sleep did not come. Every sound had you twisting to see. The rabbit. More deer.

You stared at the water. Why had no one come? Had Drein gotten lost? Had they not opened the letter? Did they not believe you? Did they not care?

You wiped the thoughts away. You couldn’t dwell. It wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t get you home. The sun finally peeked through the clouds. It was high. Midday. You would rest a bit longer.

—

Dumbledore slept soundly after another untasteful meal of fish. A suspicion had begun to seep in that there was something worse than blood loss that ailed him. His color hadn’t returned and his speech had begun to slur. Soon his need for medical attention would outweigh the risks of moving.

If you were lucky you might be able to forage something that could give you more time.

You strengthened the protection charms, adding a Muffling one to cover any small sounds and a weak Confounding one that would hopefully stop anyone from walking through it. The clothes still held their Transfigurations, but you redid them anyways. It would be inconvenient to have them lose their weather-resistance in the middle of trekking through the snow.

A shudder ran through you as you placed a Disillusionment Charm over yourself before leaving the protective shell. It wouldn’t make you invisible, but close enough. Pink slipped through the thinning clouds. It would be night soon. Not that there would be much difference in visibility. You knew nothing about foraging, but you knew potion ingredients well enough.

You set off into the trees, stopping every few meters to put a notch into one and wipe away your tracks. It wouldn’t do any good to get lost or to leave an easy trail to follow. There’s not much to find at first. Too much snow between the trees. But further in you find a couple things you might be able to brew into something. A few mushrooms and some winter berries.

As you dug into the frozen ground around a shrub—the roots were good for alertness—something hissed. You froze. Slithering out of a hole in the tree in front of you was a snake. Triangular head, slitted eyes, black zig-zag markings down its back, the rest a silver grey. An Adder.

It shouldn’t be moving that quickly. They slowed in the cold. But the Adder slithered closer nonetheless, black tongue flicking with a hiss. Cautiously you began to step back. Sudden movements could cause it to strike. A bite wouldn’t be enough to kill you normally. But this wasn't normally. Exhausted, stranded, and hunted, its venom would decimate any hope you’d get out of this.

A whistle blew out your raised wand and the Adder paused. It’s tongue flicked the air. Another hiss. It retreated back to its tree. Abandoning the shrub's roots, you followed the snake's lead and traced back your steps to the pond. You were plenty alert after that.

—

Dumbledore woke only long enough to sip the vile smelling concoction you’d brewed with the berries and mushrooms you gathered and the bones and eyes left of a fish. It wasn’t much, but color returned to his face.

The sky began to clear over the course of the night, darkening the forest. The sliver of a crescent moon glowed softly through the moving clouds. Had it really only been a day ago when you’d been staring out the tower’s window bored?

Sleep finally took root as you wondered if they’d replaced the mirrors yet.

—

You woke before dawn. The squirrel scurried up a tree. The deer moved together through the tree. The rabbit hopped across the other bank. Dumbledore still slept. Your body ached and your stomach rumbled. How you missed the comforts of Hogwarts. A bed and warm meal would be heaven.

Soon, you promised yourself. As long as the sky remained clear you’d follow the sunset and head west.

For now you just had to get through the day. Boil some water. Cook some fish.

The rabbit bounded across the snow.

Maybe you’d have to get over your attachment and take what meat you could get. You weren’t sure how much more seasonless fish you could stomach.

Green lit the white.

The rabbit dropped in the snow. Motionless.

Vinda strolled into view from between the trees. Movement had your head turning. Six more if you counted correctly.

Surrounded.

“We know you’re here,” she called out, her head swiveling slowly. “And we know you’re hurt. Let us help.”

Ahh. They knew you were there but they didn’t know where .

“Let’s not play games, Albus.”

And they didn’t know Dumbledore was out of commission. Well. All the better.

A Silencing Charm followed by a message carved into the ground. The slimly, chilly feel of Disillusionment washed over you again. As long as you didn’t die the rest of your charms would hold. You steeled yourself for the next part. You were well versed in using it, but never in this way. If it didn’t go how you needed it to, then all this preparation would be for naught.

“Forgive me,” you whispered to the still sleeping Professor before pointing your wand towards Vinda. A deep breath. Six successive spells shot out followed by the sounds of six successive explosions. You run opposite of them. More explosions. Yelling. Your wrist winds your wand, air beginning to twist. You whip the twisting wind forward. Two of the followers blocking your path into the forest are knocked far to the side. Spells began to fly past you. You make it into the tree line and keep running, not looking back.

The warmth of a spell swept too close. You turned, running diagonal from the way you’d been going. It won’t stop them from being able to track you, your prints decorate the snow with each footfall, but it would delay them a few seconds. And every second you could distance yourself from the pond the better.

The sounds of your pursuers grew closer, the occasional spell hitting trees a meter or so away. You turned again and continued on.

Heat singed your arm. Your steps faltered for only a moment under the pain. Turned again.

A blast knocked you off your feet and slammed you into a tree. There was a ringing in your ears. Blood oozed down from cuts on your legs and arms. Your pants were widening, the hems unstitching themselves. Your spell on them was failing. The tree you’d slammed into creaked and groaned. Another misfired spell must have hit it. Shaking out your shoulders, the slimy feel of Disillusionment dissipated. It cost too much energy to hold. As the ringing cleared you heard someone just behind you. You turned as the man reached for you. That’s how he stays after he’s hit with a Stunner. You took his wand, chucked it, and ran.

It felt like eternity and seconds as you ran. A never ending chase that would end too soon.

A shadow closed in on your side through the blurring trees. You felt your wand briefly tug on your grip, but it remained in your hand. You’re not sure what spells you sent their way, but one hit its target and you pushed on.

Turned again. Your skirt had returned to its original state, your gloves and boots halfway reverted.

There’s no more sounds of a pursuit. Your steps slowed. No. No that wasn’t the plan.

You stopped, watched the forest over your shoulder, and listened. Nothing. No. No .

Blue sparks flew from your wand as you raised it high above your head. Fireworks echoed loudly in the now silent forest. Your eyes pinched shut, waiting. The faint tell-tale crunch of footfalls on snow broke through the dying sounds. If you could spare the breath you’d have sighed in relief.

You stuffed your wand away and turned towards the fast approaching group. The snow burned as you dropped to your knees and raised your hands above your head. The cold seeped through your sleeves. You couldn’t risk them turning their attention back on the pond. If the spells on your clothes were beginning to fail, the protection spells could be as well.

“What trap have you led us to, Miss Selwyn?” Vinda asked.

“There’s no trap.” A branch snapped as they surrounded you. “I won’t fight anymore.” Another tree groaned against the rising wind. “I surrender.”

“Surrender? After all you’ve done to escape?”

“There’s no way out of this forest,” you said, letting your voice shake. “Dumbledore—he said he’d be back. But it’s been more than a day and no one has come for me. I’m cold and hungry and I—” tears had formed in your eyes “—don’t want to die here.”

She lowered her wand and approached. Her demeanor changed. Her voice was softer, kinder. “He left you here all alone?”

“He was Splinched badly. I begged him not to leave me here, but he said he couldn’t take us both. He promised he’d send help.” You flinched when her hand brushed over a cut on your face. “I stayed by the water like he told me to but no one came.”

“I suspect he did not survive his trip.”

You cried openly. They believed you. He had a chance. “Please,” you begged, “I’m so sorry. Please don’t let me die here.” Leave and don’t look back.

“Shhh,” she hushed you, kneeling in the snow. “Your only crime has been being a scared child who's been fed lies all her life. All will be forgiven.”

Bile rose in your throat. Hatred trapped behind a broken, “Thank you.” One day you hope you can tell your mother how useful it could be to cry.

She rose and offered her hand. “Come. Let us…”

Her words trailed off as figures began popping into existence. In seconds those who surrounded you were surrounded themselves by nearly double the bodies. Aurors . There was a moment of silent surprise, neither group seeming to have expected the other, before spells were once again flying through the air.

“Retraite!” Vinda commanded before taking hold of your wrist.

No, no. You tugged but her grip did not relent. No. Not now. Not with help finally there. No. You pulled and pulled to no avail. No. No.No. No .

She’s half way turned when she released you with a cry. Her fingers that held you so tight, twisted and bent at unnatural angles. Her face contorted into an expression you can’t quite register before she’s gone. They’re all gone. These people who’d been chasing you, hunting you down like an animal for days at this point, gone.

It didn’t seem real.

A delusion you must have made to shield you from reality.

Your name was called. It sounded like…You blinked. You could see him as he broke into a run.

Yes, it seemed somewhere in the forest you must have lost your mind.

It was the only feasible explanation.

He crashed into the ground where you still kneeled, wrapping you tightly in an embrace.

He felt real.

“Thank Merlin,” he cried. He said something about a note and a map and Abigail.

He sounded real.

A musky scent clung to him. The wash he had always been fond of.

He smelled real.

His scruffy beard scratched your forehead.

He was real. Warrick was here.

“Dumbledore,” you said, pushing him away. “Dumbledore!”

There’s too many questions. What happened? Where is he? Did they take him? Is he dead? What? What pond? Where is it?

It took too long for someone to produce a map, but only seconds for you to point to where. Apparition does not feel better with Warrick holding onto you. Images you’d repressed flickering. You could feel it building. Panic. You pushed it down again. Not yet.

You’d made your mark on the area. Blasted out ground from your explosions. Trees snapped where your wind had blown. The rabbit still motionless.

The charms fell quickly. At least they had held at all. Dumbledore was still there on the Transfigured cot, unmoved. It’s a scenario that does not relieve you. How did none of that wake him? You nearly scream when you see them all pause and stare at the ground instead of rushing to help him. The message you’d written was meaningless now.

Don’t let them trade anything for me.

They moved too slow as you explained the Splinching, your Healing Charm failure, the concoction you’d made. One of the Aurors pulled a small vile from his coat. From the color you’d guess a Blood-Replenishing Potion. They eased Dumbledore up and let it slide down his throat.

“Hogwarts is closer than St. Mungo’s,” Theseus said in response to the concern of Apperating him too far. You hadn’t realized he was there. One Auror was instructed to head to St. Mungo’s so they send Healers to the school. Another to Hogwarts to warn of their coming.

Warrick tried to insist you go to St. Mungo’s. You refused. Your injuries were minor.

Your stomach lurches dangerously as you land in Hogsmeade. It seemed as if everyone had come out of their shops and restaurants to see. You don’t look at them. You stared at the carriages waiting.

You’d only seen thestrals as a drawing in a textbook before.

Warrick had kept his arm around your shoulder. Theseus had him step away, reminding him there was still an investigation. The head Auror helped you into the last carriage. He’s kind as he asked about what happened. He doesn’t interrupt as you explained everything in too much detail. You wand breaking. The trip to Diagon Alley. Your request to see London. Their plan to trade you for something. The man who’d lost half his head. The carriage jolted. Once to signal the journey’s beginning, twice to signal its end. You don’t leave. You continue to speak. Even something as insignificant as the Adder. Your plan to lure them away. The wand you’d thrown. All of it until…

“...you showed up.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry it was so close. We’d been trying to track you from your letter, nothing worked until it suddenly did.”

Your eyes squeezed shut. How stupid you were. “I had a Disillusionment Charm on me until the end. It must have messed with the tracking.”

“An achievement half my department can’t claim,” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You’d make an impressive Auror.”

You keep your disagreement to yourself.

"I'm going to do my best to minimize how many times you'll have to officially repeat what happened to you, but there's going to be a lot of questions. Both from us and the Ministry and from the public. The Daily Prophet will reach out to you. Rumors will spread. I've seen the sort of response someone can get after surviving an encounter with Grindelwald. It's not easy.”

It didn't sound much different than the life you'd led before.

“We’ll talk more about it later. Let’s get you up to the Hospital Wing and taken care of.”

You had planned to object. You didn’t think you needed any medical assistance. But as you left the carriage, you stumbled with your first step. Everything ached. The wounds that had begun to scab over stung. The Thestral was the only thing that kept you upright. “Sorry,” you mumbled to the creature as it huffed. It’s white eye stared.

Theseus helped you up the stairs into the castle. Like in Hogsmeade, you don’t look at the crowd that observed as you climb the Grand Staircase. It must have been lunch. There conversations are a buzz in your ears. Noise. It's grating after the silence of the forest.

The Hospital Wing was crowded. Aurors, Healers, Ministry officials. You stepped on Theseus foot trying to back away from Abraxas when rushed you at the door. You don’t care much about his anger after Theseus stopped him. Neither does Theseus.

He guided you to a bed far from the front. Your mother, Abraxas, his parents. They tried to crowd you, but Theseus refused to let them. He drew your curtain shut. You heard his threats through the thin fabric. Demands to see you are brushed off. “When she is cleared and when she wants to see you. Not a moment before.”

“She is my daughter!”

“She’s my fiancé!”

Theseus did not bend. His no is definitive when they push for information. You’re of age and they have no legal right to know anything about an ongoing investigation. There’s outrage as his instructions to leave. Headmaster Dippet’s voice attempted to sooth them. He offered his office to let them wait. They’re unhappy, but eventually they relent.

Madam Urquart appeared with him from behind the curtain, hair frazzeld and face red, with potions galore. They’re vaugely recognizable, but you’re too tired to recall their names or functions. You drank each without protest. All you wanted now was sleep.

“No one will bother you until you’re ready,” he promised as your eyes grew heavier.

You hope your speech isn’t as slurred as it sounded to your own ears. “Thank you.”

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[7s3ven]

Tom and Matteo as brothers au!

Tom Riddle who really did love you but knew that so did Matteo. With the last remaining bit of kindness in his heart, which admittedly wasn’t much, Tom rejects you so Matteo could fill his place.

But when an argument goes down between the brothers one night at a party where both of them are a little tipsy, you come up as their main topic.

“She chose me!” Matteo yelled.

Tom faltered and with his head tilted up and his eyebrows raised in such a condescending way, he sneered. “Did she?”