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Painting by Ron Hicks, 1965

Look me dead in the eye and tell me this isn't Tom Riddle

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Arsonists's Lullaby R.A.B.

SONGFIC

Summary: Regulus finds a soul like his in a person he would have never guessed

Author's note: unedited, after 3 exams, 1 am, please be kind I know it starts slow but there will be more parts

1.6k words

When I was a child, I heard voices

Some would sing and some would scream

You soon find you have few choices

I learned the voices died with me

At 5 years old, Regulus Arcturus Black learned that family did not always mean blood. He had yet to figure out the true meaning of the word, but he knew what he had was a dark echo of an utopist dream.

His childhood was dominated by a gray filter, muffling the sounds, numbing the emotions, stretching the minutes forever. On certain days, the lights grew darker, shadowing the world into almost black. Black like his name, black like the soul he will grow up to have. The ticking of the clocks were too loud, the walls too high, his mothers steps on the creaking stairs too firm in a world of doubt and uncertainty.

When I was a child, I'd sit for hours

Staring into open flame

Something in it had a power

Could barely tear my eyes away

Sometimes, for split seconds, burgundy took over the darkness. The lifelessness in the manor disappeared, and compensating for life's previous absence it channelled all of its heat into hate. Hate for an empty mother from Sirius, hate for a son who did not fit traditions from his mother.

Hate from Regulus, who possessed the survival instinct of laying low and keeping to himself but his brother did not. And Regulus resented him in these moments. For all the plates in million pieces, previously broken on the wall, for all the harsh words leaving their father's mouth, for all the clever little punishments their mother put them through. Them, because getting caught in the crossfire of a traditional Black "family" argument meant everyone's suffering.

It was a flame barely extinguishable. It meant the only display of emotions aside from the rare brotherly moments he shared with Sirius.

Emotions lead to addiction. And if anger is the only feeling fuelled, darkness starts to grow.

All you have is your fire

And the place you need to reach

Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash

That fire burned a self preservation so deep in him, that Regulus recognized he needed power in order to make it in this world. Power to stay strong, make it through between his ambitious peers and most importantly to guard himself. The blatant, headstrong bravery Sirius took upon arriving at Hogwarts made school holidays a hellish wartime at home.

Regulus learned not to engage. The moment the edges of his self-made cell threatened to break, he carefully tucked in his emotions once again. He didn't want to cut out feeling at all, he deemed that too dangerous for his liking. No. He just didn't let his emotions get the best of him. A man ruled by his feelings is a terrifying sight. He mentally injected himself with an anaesthetic in public, and behind four walls he let himself carefully examine them. It wasn't easy. The tangled web of emotional strings, numbed most of the time, screamed for air. Screamed for understanding, for letting go, for caring. But he cut those last remaining ties with love the moment Sirius got sorted into Gryffindor.

When I was 16, my senses fooled me

Thought gasoline was on my clothes

I knew that something would always rule me

I knew the scent was mine alone

At 16 years old Regulus Arcturus Black saw a way in the darkness. He didn't dare call it a glimmer of hope. Hope was a privilege only offered to the good and divine, to the pure and just. He was neither, he thought.

Perhaps he was right. For now. But fate has a way of changing the tides and replacing the figures on the chessboard.

He has long lost the map to his emotions. They were carefully tucked away in a forgotten pocket somewhere around his heart, but as one man, he couldn't untangle them alone. Not like he wanted to.

His salvation arrived in the face of a charismatic leader. He had answers to Regulus's questions that he long sought to find. Ever since he was a child he associated power with stability and control over one's life, and this stranger offered power on a silver plate. He couldn't have been worse. Of course in hindsight, everything seems more clear.

But as he was shrouded in darkness, he chose to become a part of the dark as well.

All you have is your fire

And the place you need to reach

Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash

One of the main problems in Regulus's logic was that he thought that being a Death Eater would solve all of his insecurities and instability. At first it seemed to work, building a new world by idealistic wishes and getting rid of the dangers life proposed helped setting his nerves right. But as the curls of the smoke threatened to suffocate him, his decision pressed hard on his shoulder.

He knew there was no out of this. The Dark Lord's silver tongue has lost its magic, he could detect the empty lies, the manipulation, the sinister force. He could detect it, because it takes one to know another, and he was a master in the arts of manipulation and lying. Why wouldn't he be? He spent all of his childhood perfecting the image of the pureblood son his family wanted him to be. And he did not fail. Keeping it up during Hogwarts has become a natural instinct, but also demolished his true self.

What was the true soul of Regulus Arcturus Black?

When I was a man I thought it ended

When I knew love's perfect ache

But my peace has always depended

On all the ashes in my wake

He thought he would never find it out. But then you came along and wrecked his carefully planted walls. At first he hated you for that.

You were obnoxious and the true image of what a pureblood offspring should be. What he should be.

He would have never thought that someone could be a better liar and manipulator than him. Regulus needed years of careful examination to see the cracks in your armour and the rare slips in character. At first, he was sure that his mind was imagining things that were not there. After years of reading his slytherin peers, your occasional un-slytherin-like behaviour peaked his curiosity.

One day he was sitting at the Slytherin table when an idea struck. You didn't sit far away, so you had to be pulled into the conversation too.

"Snape!" Regulus called to the oily haired seventh year. "Heard He recruited you. You finally pulled your head out of your ass?"

Of course he has seen the err of his decision by now, so Regulus asked him this for two reasons.

One: he had to keep up appearances.

Two: he wanted to see how you reacted.

He had been spending the last few weeks noticing your subtle icks regarding certain subjects. So far his theory seemed to prove true.

On the outside an appraising look sat on your face.

But Regulus learned to discover the signs. And he was once again right as he noticed the tip of your ring finger hardly pushed against your thumb nail, leaving a mark. Subtle, but still a tell tale sign of someone who is not fully on board with the subject.

One day he decided to corner you.

"I know the game you are playing" he didn't mean to sound so threatening, but it came out like that.

A snake doesn't crack under pressure, so you looked him in the eye and let a sly smile spread across your face.

"Please, do enlighten me. What game am I playing? Or is it better if I ask which game of mine you are referring to? I am a busy woman."

He let your comment fly.

"I noticed the tip of your ring finger is bruised. I would bandage it. The past few weeks you must have been careless and cut it. Wouldn't want any infection, would you?" he looked deep into your eyes, transferring the other meaning of his words.

You knew what he meant. Lately, you spotted the Black boy's eyes on you. In the Great Hall, during classes, those grey orbs never left you. You thought he harbored a silly little crush on you. Now you realized your mistake. The question however remained. What will he do with this information?

You are getting careless, if I noticed, someone might too. Someone you wouldn't want to notice. His eyes said.

Your House was not meant for easy friendships. The rising of The Dark Lord supported a lot of back stabbings for meaningless praises, so you had to be careful.

With a last nod he turned his back on you and walked away, leaving you with only frustration and more questions. Could the Slytherin Silver Boy share your views? Maybe when Hell freezes over.

Regulus knew, he should have said; I know the game you are playing, because I am playing it too.

All you have is your fire

And the place you need to reach

Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash

Fate sat on her chair and watched the two young snakes step on their shared path. Neither of them knew yet what this little encounter will set into motion.

But Fate knew and mourned the loss of another great story that has not even started, but was already told.

She sipped her wine and caressed the head of one of her demons.

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Fan fic authors are not professional writers.

Expecting them to be perfect and never make mistakes is setting yourself up to be an asshole.

Do you know how long it takes to write and publish a 60k novel for most published authors? Years. Plural.

That includes time spent writing multiple drafts and doing research and multiple rounds of edits. Access to a professional editor, and the ability to hire sensitivity readers. The list goes on and on and on.

Fan fic authors owe you nothing. They are churning out multiple novel length fics (or the equivalent in one shots) a year while still holding down school/jobs.

And you’re gonna jump down their throats because they wrote a pairing differently than you prefer??

Shut the fuck up.

Tags exists for a reason. Read them and move on if the fic is not for you.

I mean really. We all just lived through fucking 2020. Let people enjoy their FAKE gay porn in peace.

Jfc.

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Some reader, lightly commenting on my fic: hey i liked this.

me, my eyes enormous: you COMMENT me? you comment on my fic, like the story? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for One Thousand Years!!!!

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OMG this fic is everything I have tears in my eyes gosh... It is so rare that i find a oneshot where the dynamic feels natural and not too love sick or too pained but you wrote this like it really did happen and im soooo jealous of your writing<33

Do You Get Deja Vu?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary:After you and Fred broke up, you took a job overseas, but when you return a year later you found yourself unsure how to cope at him moving on. [4.1k]

Warnings: Angst, break-ups, struggling relationship, slight jealousy, trust the process - it’s a happy ending I promise.

A/N: I’ve been listening to Deja Vu by Olivia Rodrigo a lot lately and was really inspired to write this fic. Hope you enjoy, I know it’s been a while since I’ve written something.

The streets of Diagon Alley should have been a welcome sight with the tenderness of childhood familiarity. Everything looked the same to you with the buildings lined up with the dwindling customers leaving for the evening. As you slowed down on the street it was easy to see how nothing had changed and how the passage of time was left unaffected. Deep down you knew better than to take anything at face value, though, and it didn’t matter how long you had been gone.

The entirety of a whole year passing by before you was here in these streets amongst witches and wizards didn’t feel as long as it was. The space was, perhaps, needed after your breakup with Fred - a break up neither of you saw coming till it all but hit you in the face. 

Countless nights apart with his time in the shop building up left little time for a real relationship. The time that you were together seemed to fade to nothing that it was before with countless arguments - Fred was tired and so were you. You never really sat down and thought if this fatigue was from the relationship that was in stark contrast to what it began as in your Hogwarts years or if it was that perhaps adulthood had simply come with added pressures that two people barely in adulthood could manage. You didn’t think on that one bit and it didn’t seem that Fred had either. 

When you got the letter of an opportunity you couldn’t pass up as everything seemed to line up. Fred had the shop and he and George were only growing. It only seemed to you that maybe a break up was best. He already didn’t have time for you and in your mind, a fresh career start was what your life needed - what you needed.

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I know I already commented from my main blog but I just adore this so much and you need more recognition

Can you write a one shot in which the Slytherin reader and Fred break up in their last year and it's super messy. After the wizarding war has ended Fred knows nothing about her whereabouts until one day she visits the shop with Adrian Pucey and what happens next? (Fluff ending please) Thank youu •‿•

Letting You Go

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None really, swearing at one point

A/N: LOVED this idea too, it’s not as angsty in the beginning as I originally planned but I think it still gets the point across. Also, I wasn’t sure what type of dynamic you wanted with Adrian, so I made it to where he can be seen as a potential love interest but more so he just has a big crush on you. I hope you enjoy! I would love to hear your feedback if you care to share it! Thank you for the request, darling!! 

Y/c/e = your color eyes

Word Count: 2.1k

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~Flashback~

You felt yourself absolutely crumbling at the sight of what was happening in front of you. You and Fred found yourselves in the midst of what had been your biggest fight yet, all beginning with a stupid stereotypical house rivalry coming to life. 

Throughout the midst of your last year, some of the people who you held most dear started to question your character due to the simple fact that you were a Slytherin as was the entirety of your family before you. Because of everything happening outside of the walls of the heart that once was Hogwarts, the entire student body found themselves on edge turning against one another. With newly found rumors of people's parents and loved ones following the Dark Lord, it was only a matter of time before you found yourself under interrogation from the people whom you thought were your friends. While you understood that the suspicion came from a place of fear, it still hurt to know that after all the time spent opening yourself up to the people you called friends, you were still looked at like the monster everyone claimed you to be at the start. However, you had never suspected that your own boyfriend would eventually become one of them.

At this point, the two of you couldn't even remember what triggered the argument in the first place. All you knew at that moment was that you were absolutely raging and seeing red with every sly comment he threw back at you. You both knew in the back of your minds that you should step away and give each other space as you’d done many times before, but with all the tension and frustration from outside extremities as of lately, you both decided to unleash your fury on one another. A decision you would later come to regret as you spit out in a fit of rage, 

"I'll go ahead and make this a whole lot easier for you. I would hate for you to be seen with me as I'm so fucking awful." 

"Easier for me? More like the easy way out for you Y/N. Sneaking away like the coward you are, just like your stupid little friends and just like your family." He spitefully retorted knowing that those words would cut you deeper than any he's spoken before.

With that, you grabbed the few belongings you had with you and headed towards the door. There was a small part inside of you hoping that he would say something, anything, to try and get you to stay, but the part wanted nothing more than to never see him again. You turned your head back one last time to see Fred standing there with a face almost as red as his hair to see if he might say anything else, but nothing. He just stared at you, his dark brown eyes filled with resentment and overwhelming hostility which is what broke your heart more than any of the previous words and accusations that were strewn at you just before.

"You're a pathetic excuse of a man, you know that?" You said as your voice shook not with anger this time, but rather an aching heart.

He didn't fight for you. He didn't try to make you stay. He let you go, a decision that he would come to regret as time went on.

~Present Day~

Fred hadn't actually spoken to you since that night. Not only had you distanced yourself and shot down every attempt of his for reconciliation for the remainder of your time at Hogwarts, but he hadn't seen you since the end of the battle. Even as much as he wanted to come up to you after watching you ever-so valiantly fighting alongside everyone for the school you all held so dear, he knew that it wasn't the right time. That said, there never was a right time because after that dreaded day he never saw or heard from you again.

That was until today.

You found yourself spending the day with your best friend, Adrian Pucey, amongst all the witches and wizards in Diagon Alley. After the war, you two grew very close as he was one of the few housemates who stood with you against some of your closest friends and family during the battle. After everything happened, you found that you two had developed a bond like no other and you found a gentle solace in one another’s presence. While you weren't together in that way, you knew that Adrian has had a crush on you since literally your fourth year at Hogwarts. That said, there was a part of you that was intrigued by the idea, but you couldn't seem to stop comparing any man you'd met to the one and only, Fred Weasley. As much as you hated to admit it, Adrian knew it as well, but he was determined to remain close to you in any way he could. If that meant just being your closest confidant, then so be it. 

As you walked through the alley, you saw groups of young witches and wizards piling into a shop in front of you. You immediately recognized the giant redheaded animatronic plastered on the front of the building and realized it was the joke shop in which Fred and George had spoken so much about during their last year. The thought of their success made a small part of your heart fill with utter delight for the boys. You knew how much time and effort they put into the foundations of this place and to finally see it in full bloom was a sight you weren't sure if you'd ever get the chance to see. 

Adrian watched as you eyed the shop up and down. "Do you want to go in?" he asked, ripping you away from your tender thoughts. 

"What? No, don't be stupid," you say in a joking manner as you continue walking up the alley. In reality, there was a small nostalgic part of you aching to go in and see what the store entailed but you knew that if Fred or George happened to see you that it would just cause a mess you weren't prepared to deal with. ​

Adrian eyed your facial expressions and instantly knew what was happening in your mind and without further thought, he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the shop. 

"Oh, come on. We’ll get a quick peek and head out," he spoke as he practically dragged you into the store.

Upon walking into the store you were absolutely enchanted by all of the excitement flooding your senses. Everywhere you looked there was something flying across your face, children running and laughing with their friends, and curious little faces pressed against some sort of glass to see the products in action. You immediately felt a surge of comfort as you were reminded of the memories with Fred and George showing you their newest inventions that just had to be sold at the shop.  

"Wow," was all that you could get out at that moment. The entire atmosphere made the child-like wonder consume you once more as you stared with wide eyes and a smile falling from your wide opened mouth in utter amazement.

That's when he saw you.

From the top of the stairs with George next to him occupied with the prior conversation they were having. He couldn't believe his eyes as he watched you walk in through the store, his store, after not seeing you in so long. He quickly diverted his attention from the conversation he had just been having seconds ago to admire your figure grazing through the crowd beneath him. Although it had been so long since you last spoke, he still remained absolutely entranced by you. 

Surprisingly, he couldn't help but feel what he believed to be jealousy as he saw Adrian whisper something in your ear and walk off to browse the shop for himself. He watched the way your face flushed a shade of pink at his words and the way you gave his arm a playful slap as feelings from the past flooded back through his veins. Little did he know that the interaction between you two was Adrian making you aware of Fred's observing gaze at the top of the stairs by telling you that there was an oversized ginger admirer making googly-eyes at you. 

"Well go on then. If you're not going to talk to her then I just might," George teases as he leans on the second-floor railing quickly pinpointing where Fred's attention has fixated to. 

Fred averts from his previous gaze and shoots him a look that can only be interpreted as mixed with nerves and a hint of jealousy. "She's got Pucey all over her, why even bother?" he shoots back instinctively. 

"Now if she were really with him, do you reckon she'd be staring at you like that?" George nods in your direction with a grin as a nervous and hopeful look spreads across Fred’s face. He immediately turns his head and meets a pair of glistening y/e/c eyes peering up at him with a soft timid smile on your face. You gently wiggle your fingers to say hello to the twins as Fred makes his way down the stairs to where you're standing. 

"Hi," you let out just barely above a whisper as you begin to feel the nerves shooting through your body just as you had in the alley before. 

"Hi," he says as he flashes you one of his famous Fred Weasley smiles. While he appears confident as ever, you can feel the nerve-racking sparks zipping between the two of you right now. You each felt as if your hearts were about to jump out of your chests straight onto the shop floor at the near sight of one another. You stood there for a second not saying anything at all, more so just speaking as you stared into each other's eyes for a few moments.  

"You're looking fit as ever. I like what you’ve done with your hair. Looks gorgeous," he lets out as he brings his large hand to move a strand out of your face to tuck it behind your ear. With that, you feel a warm blush creep up from your neck to your cheeks.

"Thank you," you say with a smile looking down a bit as you let out a breath that you weren't entirely aware you were holding. "The shop is .. amazing Fred. You guys really did it."

 "Took loads of time and far more brainpower than I care to use, but thank you," he grins back down at your smaller figure standing in front of him, trying to scan his brain for the right words to say. You two stand there in a silence that spoke louder than the hustle and bustle of the shop around you. At that moment, after collecting yourselves, you each work up the courage to open your mouths to speak.

"Look, Fred." 

"Listen Y/N," you both start at the same time and then quickly go to stop yourselves. 

"Oh! You go. No, go ahead," you say in unison once more leading to a fit of giggles amongst the two of you. 

And just like that, you two found yourselves in your own little world apart from all of the commotion around you. All you could focus on at that moment was how the feeling of seeing those deep brown eyes staring down at you again made you want him in his entirety again. Fred's heart mimicked the feelings of your own and amplified his deep desire to call you his again. He had the woman whom he'd loved for so many years standing in front of him once more, and he was not going to let this opportunity pass him up as it had in the past. 

"Say, what do you think about going to dinner with me tonight once we close up shop? You know, just to catch up. I realize it's last minute, but I can't tell you how much I've missed hearing that darling laugh of yours," he blurts out without completely even realizing what he's said. 

You take a minute to collect yourself pretending as if you're pondering the idea as Fred watches you with hopeful eyes. 

"I'd love to Freddie," you say as the childhood nickname slips off of your tongue. 

While the feelings and issues of the past haven't entirely been erased from your memories, you two knew this was a chance for redemption to make up for everything that was said between the two of you as teenagers. He had finally gotten you back.

And he wasn't going to let you go this time. 

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Dear humans who somehow read the shit I write,

Life decided that after I got through my writing block and wrote 4 new fics to somehow broke my phone (without me doing anything to it) and loose thousands of words of work so I’ll be crying in the corner till I figure out a way to get it back or rewrite and most certainly fuck up the first decent writing I’ve had. I am sorry. I was so proud of myself lol.

The works included:

-Pictures of Us part 3 (Fred Weasley)

-Arsonist’s lullaby based on the song by Hozier (Regulus Black) 

-Icarus part 2 to the Regulus story (based on the song by Bastille)

-Shake the disease (Tom Riddle)

I’ll be throwing myself off the mountain (again) bye *cries to Another Love by Tom Odell*

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Pictures of Us | f. w. Part 2

part 1

Summary: all the paintings choose a student to patron, the Lady chooses you and watches as you and Fred Weasley grow in the same direction

Warning:none, might contain little angst, nothing serious

2k words

@sirenswhispers @discoverablefeelings @capture-the-moment-on-camera @sophieswizardswheezes

Sixth year, December

The corridors buzzed with excitement. With only less than two weeks to the Yule Ball boys were running around in desperate need of finding partners while girls were frantic about not being asked. Of course the already paired ones watched the madness spread with a smug smile on their lips.

The Paintings also had the time of their lives, the new puppets on their chessboard gave back a little life to their fading colours. Now they could play matchmaker from an even bigger selection.

The Lady wanted to be proud to say she did not take part in such childish acts, but she had a mission with those two before the second task. It's not like she could do much, but occasionally if she heard a french boy talking about inviting her patron to the dance she faked sadness as she gave the poor boy the news that you were indeed taken.

You weren't indeed taken.

Madness has yet to engulf you, but you weren't calm either. Collita was asked by a bulgarian boy, but you had doubts whether there weren't threats made by her that overpowered the poor boy's common sense.

You would have been fine with the two of you going together, but now that she had a partner, you weren't planning on being the third wheel.

You forced these thoughts out of your mind for now. You had more important things going on.

The Lady's corridor was full of students as usual, so you weren't surprised when you entered the DADA classroom someone almost knocked you off your feet.

"Watch where you are goi.....oh..." you started telling off your attacker, but as you looked up Fred Weasley held eye contact.

Ever since that encounter in the potions storage room things have changed. You haven't really met after that, the two of you gave a wide berth to one another. No funny business, no prank. When you did run into each other, a sudden awareness filled your body. He made no snarky comments, his usual sarcasm nowhere to be found. You didn't bring up the secret of the castle, and he didn't bring up the date. Like an unspoken deal has been made without either of your knowledge. It was awkward at best. You didn't think anyone noticed, there was only bad blood between you before.

He didn't reply, he didn't apologize for running you over. He took a long look at your face, lingering on details only he could see. Without his usual grin, he left the scene as fast as he came, robes flying around him.

"What was that? Has something happened between you two?" seems like someone noticed after all.

"Nothing besides me agreeing to a date, him agreeing to let me in on a secret, and our mutual ghosting. How is your french boy by the way?" you feigned innocence.

Collita's jaw hit the floor.

"I'm joking. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

"You know I wouldn't even be surprised. With all the sexual tension you two radiate, I wouldn't put it past you that I could find you in a broom closet with him."

Now it was your turn to let your jaw hit the floor.

"Well then, good to know nothing is going on..."

Boy, if you'd known...

Sixth year, yule ball

It wasn't that bad of an evening. You could say it could have been quite magical. The house elves outdid themselves, even the usual house rivalry crawled back to its gloomy hole.

The icicles lost their naturally given cold arua just like the stone walls' usual grim facade. White dominated, but was quickly swept by the wide range of colourful dress robes, Dumbledore's glittery lilac fabric showing how it's done properly.

It really wasn't your date's fault either that you didn't really enjoy yourself. The poor boy tried everything, but besides polite conversation you weren't capable of anything else.

You were standing alone by the food table, the ravenclaw boy left a while ago to try his luck somewhere else, probably with bigger chances.

You saw Collita bent over from laughter silent tears running down her face, her date was watching her with parted lips in amazement. Eyes big, positive surprise written on his face. Collita did that to people. She was naturally gifted with a charming personality, she drew you in, spoke to you like you were on a pedestal.

She made you feel seen. A secret talent that you were rather jealous of on several occasions.

Suddenly you felt sick of the swirling mesmerized faces, the colours were too vibrant, the music too loud, too many bodies pressed together.

Before the walls started closing around you, you left your previous position and made your way to the exit that led to the gardens. The only sound that was registrateable to your ears were only your own footsteps.

Fresh air cut your rapid breathing shorter. You slowed down, the Great Hall's chokingly sweet smells started to fade away into the night.

"Wouldn't say rushing to the night with only a light silk material covering you was a smart choice, wasn't it? I took you to be a lot smarter than that, love. You're gonna get sick." a soft voice interrupted you.

Fred Weasley stood next to the bushes.

"Well, being sick would mean I wouldn't have to see your ugly face in class, so..." you replied but your voice lacked its usual fierceness. You were too tired.

He chuckled at your reply.

"I don't wanna go back there.." you started in a low voice, barely understandable, but gathered your poise and frowned as you said the last sentence. "They are too happy in there anyway."

"Is that jealousy in your voice?" he found so goodly which strings of you he should pull.

"And what if it is?" you snapped at him.

A ghost of his usual smug grin appeared on his face.

"Get your big nose out of my business by the way!"

"Well love, you know what they say about big nosed guys..." he lazily shrugged, hands in the pockets of his robe.

"Get lost, Weasley, I'm not in the mood today."

Maybe it was the hint of desperation in your voice, or the pathetic look you might have presented, but he stopped picking your brains.

"Come in, Y/S/N, you might even find the bloke of your dreams tonight." Fred tilted his head to the side.

"I'm not interested in 'finding a guy' to be my only goal." you scoffed at his remark.

"Well then, as the only guy you talk to right now, I feel obligated to spare you from the clutches of the cold and sickness, so pretty please get your ass in here."

"I'll stay until I decide it's enough. But thank you for your concern. Bye Fred Weasley, 'find the girl of your dreams' tonight." you rolled your eyes at him.

Little did you know, he already did.

Despite the cold, the Lady felt your frozen heart start melting, even if you haven't realized yet.

Sixth year, few days after the Yule Ball

"I don't understand why you thought it was a good idea to freeze your pretty little ass out there in a low cut silk dress in winter."

You groaned out in frustration.

Collita didn't spare you despite the fact that you were bloody sick, and fuckin hurting everywhere.

"Madam Pomfrey said you won highest fever of the year." she mentioned between stealing a few of your get-well sweets. "At least you finally won something." she winked at you.

"Get out, and let me suffer alone you bimbo!" you hissed at her, but the sharp pains shooting down your neck really destroyed to effect you were trying to achieve.

"Alrighty, my little pathetic friend, I suppose I can leave you to your demise. Be a good and obedient patient." she sent you a kiss and strolled out the Hospital Wing.

**

In the Hospital Wing, after curfew

After Collita left you to suffer on your own Madam Pomfrey gave you a light sleeping tonic. You welcomed the sweet oblivion in the place of pain.

A light noise disturbed the calming darkness. Opening your eyes was a too heavy task, so you relied on your hearing. A soft fumbling could be heard, but the person near your bed executed the deed quite clumsily as the most colourful swearing left their mouth.

Fighting against the tonic's luring effect, you tried opening your eyes. When you did, you almost jerked back in surprise.

Fred Weasley stood there with an innocent smile on his face, like a child caught in a naughty act, his hands were midair frozen on the spot hovering above your stack of sweets.

"What the fuck are you doing in the middle of the night standing near my bed?" you demanded and pulled your blanket further to your neck. "Are you setting up a prank?"

"Have a little faith in me, Y/N...if it were a prank you would only know it before it happened and that's already too late. Can't a bloke visit his sick classmate? The classmate he warned against the cold?" you scoffed at his pointed stare.

"In the middle of the night?"

He started scratching the back of his neck.

"Good point. A point I should probably elaborate on." he didn't seem like someone who wanted to elaborate.

"Don't let me stop you from doing that..." you rolled your eyes at him.

He seemed a little awkward and you could barely hide your amusement. It is not every day a Weasley gets a little intimidated and loses his usual cockiness.

"You see..." he started but his gaze was still fixated on his hands. "...I felt a tad responsible for you catching a cold.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise.

"If it weren't for me dancing on your nerves in the garden making you irritated enough to stay outside longer than intended, you wouldn't be here right now." he sounded a little guilty and you couldn't help the warmth that started spreading in your stomach.

You started to chuckle.

"Weasley. It's alright." you felt a sudden bravery envelop you as you said the next words nonchalantly. "You owe me another secret and we are even."

You waited for his reaction.

He didn't disappoint. He lifted his head, brown eyes locking into your own. Now you weren't sure if it was a wise idea to make him remember your deal back in the potion storage room.

"And here I thought I could bribe you with chocolate that I nicked from the kitchen...you are not a woman easily pleased." he didn't seem that sad about this fact.

"Where would be the fun in that?"

"Right."

Silence fell upon the two of you. Eyes still interlocked, you weren't sure if minutes or hours passed by. The Hospital Wing's darkness faded, and the freckles splattered across his face became more contrasted than before. He tilted his head to the side, his gaze burned your skin.

Suddenly becoming aware of the weirdness of the situation you cleared your throat and looked away.

"Since the tonic made me hungry like a wolf, I'll accept that nicked chocolate." you said, trying to break the silence.

Fred smiled and threw you the bar he fumbled around with before. Your catch was nothing sort of graceful and you felt embarrassment tint your cheeks.

Looking down at the bar in your hand you felt your eyes grow big.

"How did you know this is my favourite?" you asked astonishment, creeping into your voice.

"Lucky guess." he shrugged. You didn't need to know that every time the Grand Hall's tables were filled with this, he couldn't look away from the joy radiating on your face. Just like now.

"Your taste is impeccable, I gotta say."

Oh yes, his taste was indeed impeccable, but not just in chocolate.

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Timur Simakov as Regulus Arcturus Black

"The child that clings to the love of his mother

now realizes how silly he’s been.

Deceit awaits him who’s born of a mother:

He’s either deceived or to deceive he’ll try.

If he struggles on, he’ll die of this but if

he gives in, of that he’ll die."

Belated Lament by József Attila

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Pictures of Us | f. w.

Summary: all the paintings choose a student to patron, the Lady chooses you and watches as you and Fred Weasley grow in the same direction

part 2

This is part one, I am planning on a part two and maybe three

Warning:none, might contain little angst, nothing serious

1.9k words

The common knowledge that the paintings gossiped was an understatement. There wasn't a thing going on in Hogwarts without word spreading in their own little acrylic world.

Of course gossiping wasn't their only purpose. Having an extra pair of eyes and ears (be it 2 dimensional) proved useful on many occasions to the Headmaster and sometimes to a few lucky students too. But their most important mission laid on different grounds. You see, the wizarding world wasn't familiar with the term Guardian Angel, but they had something similar.

The Paintings of Hogwarts liked to pride themselfs of taking care of the restless youth. The students mostly didn't catch up on this, but occasionally a few nice words, or advice could be heard over the years. The bird-brained younger years never seemed to realize that the same painting already cheered them up a hundreds of times. Some of the sixth and seventh years, who paid attention over the years, never forgot to say their goodbyes to their patrons from the background. If a student achieved something great later on their lives, the corridors echoed the particular painting's bragging.

Several paintings also ran in the family. An aunt or uncle's advice wasn't so rare with a knowing smile.

"Don't forget to send my best regards to Lady McAllan!" and so on.

The Lady of the Forest chose you for herself. An odd looking first year with fire in their eyes. Over the years she realized she couldn't have chosen a harder individual. Well, the Nolan twins did have a harder time, she admitted, a half smile playing at her lips.

But like mother, like daughter they say. Or in this case Painting Godmother. She also was a very hot-headed person too.

You were one of the few to recognize The Lady for what she was and build a relationship with her.

This lead to your temper getting the best of you, sometimes shouting your heart out. The Lady let out a chuckle usually, but quickly followed it by advice.

As the time flew, she already knew what Fred Weasley will be to you, before either of you did.

Fifth year, june

"Fred Weasley if you enchant another cupcake of mine, I will blow you to pieces!" a livid shriek could be heard on the Lady's corridor. She didn't have to guess who it belonged to. Her little girl's presence could never be hidden. She watched the scene unfold before her.

Jet black curls framed your livid expression. Coming face to face with one half of the pranksters, you pointed your wand in his face. The arrogant prick's smile didn't even falter.

"Love, I believe you'd need your wand to do that, wouldn't ya?" his smile grew even bigger if that was possible.

"Are you unaware of the wand between your eyes or you suddenly lost your sight?" confusion started to dominate your anger.

"Thanks for the concern, but I guess you are looking for this..." he pulled out a wand of his pockets.

When you were done with examining the wand closely, you started seeing red. You didn't care how he managed to do that. Your only concern was that twelve inch pine wood twirling between his fingers.

He must have known that you'll want to curse him after the cupcake diversion. Pushing your buttons was a job he did weirdly good.

"Aw, won't you thank a proper gentleman for taking care of a lady's wand which she lost?" the twinkle in his eyes let on he was very much enjoying this conversation.

"Will the Headmaster congratulate me when I kick a certain thug in the balls?" you gritted your teeth through a sweet looking homicidal smile.

You didn't know who he thought he was, but you decided he wasn't worth the trouble.

Sending a last loathing glare in his direction, you snatched the wand out of his hands.

In response, he smiled innocently and put both of his hand up.

You turned on your heels to get away from him. When you reached the end of the corridor, he shouted after you.

"I had to infuriate you one last time, or how would you remember me over the summer?"

You didn't try responding to him. With a relieved sight, you realized you now have two and a half months of freedom.

The Lady knew freedom comes in different shapes and sizes.

That summer, august

Summer was a calm time for the paintings. Most of them travelled to other paintings, seeking a more lively place than the dead castle. Some of them were used as messengers between the Headmaster and an unknown person. The rest were either half asleep of the time or reminiscing of their past life. The unfortunate ones spent their days in Filch's office awaiting renovation after some prank gone awry.

The Lady spent a lot of time in Albus Dumbledore's office. Most of her descendants were dead, her line gone, so she had no one to visit. This made her a good candidate for being a helping hand.

On the good days The Lady realized Albus Dumbledore was a bigger gossip then the paintings, knowing his students' life more than them. With a twinkle in his eyes, he often made a comment about a certain fiery individual and a red-headed boy.

"Still at the same stage, like the previous years before?" he looked up from his papers.

"You can guess..." she resignedly started shaking her head.

"I dare say this will be the year. With all the commotion that are going to happen with the Triwizard Tournament, two heart blossoming into something more wouldn't be a surprise."

"Would you bet on it?" The Lady asked cautiously.

He stopped writing. Gaze somewhere far away, he didn't reply for a long time.

"Before the second task." and went back to his work.

Sixth year, september

After the Feast in the Great Hall, the students buzzed with excitement. Hearing the news of the Tournament seemed to make everyone forget the downside of the start of the new school year.

Collita couldn't stop blabbering about all the gossip that happened over the summer. As you tracked up the stairs, she moved onto the Tournament, then to the boys, then back to the Tournament and all the possible boys that will be coming in October.

Laughing out loud at some of her outrageous side comments, you realized how much you missed this.

Poking you in the rib, Collita started whispering in your ear.

"Redhead Danger at 12 o'clock."

The warm feeling in your stomack twisted into something else. Bracing yourself for a sarcastic insult or another prank, you held your head high.

"Hello, loves. Been enjoying yourself over the summer? I hope you missed us." spoke one of the Double Troubles.

"I had two and a half months of not having to repair either my robes, hair, blouse or worse my face due to some prank, so yes I have been enjoying myself." you said before Collita engaged in the conversation. "And now if you'll excuse us, we are in desperate need of catching up."

Turning on your heels, you dragged Collita after yourself.

Sixth year, mid fall

"Grab the ingredients, I'll set up the equipment." Collita commanded you in her usual way.

Nodding at her words, you got up from the table. The two of you chose a place at the back of the class, far away from Snape's gaze, the only fault in your decision was that you were surrounded by glass jars containing disgusting parts of dead animals. If you looked closely, some of them radiated and eery light. Not creepy Snape, not at all...

Zigzagging between the tables and the students' bags that were huddled around, it was a miracle you didn't crush into someone making them spill a dangerous brew on you.

You safely reached the storage room, and were left alone in peace because the other students have already gathered theirs.

Eyeing the list, you scanned the shelves.

The ashvinder eggs sat in a basket, carefully not to crack them, you choose the 3 biggest and put them in your sac. For the peppermint you had to bend a little, the box with the fertilized soil and plant was right next to your left leg. The others left barely enough powdered moonstone, you could just hope it will be enough. The next two items were nowhere to be find. The containers were empty, you stood on your tippy toes and balanced the eggs for nothing.

"Looking for something love?" asked a voice who seemed to be enjoying themselfs very much.

"Some of our ingredients are still missing, I have to ask Snape..." you cringed at the thought of asking for help from Snape. He might even take house points for something that isn't even your fault.

"There's nothing to worry about darling!" he flashed you a smile and brought forth the hand he was previously hiding behind his back revealing a...a Rose??

"Here, I give you 4 petals in exchange for something." he suggestively wriggled his eyebrows.

"And I thought that for a moment you had a sudden change of character, an impostor offering help without profit! I'll have to decline, Weasley, even Snape is a better alternative." you tried to push him aside, but that damn quidditch made the boy quite resistant to female power.

"Ah never. But because I am such a dashingly gorgeous gentleman, plus if I see a lady in distress, even I can be kind." he put his hand dramatically on his heart (if he had one, you weren't sure). "I offer you 3 petals and a date."

"Don't be ridiculous Weasley. I won't fall for one of your pranks." confusion and a frown decorated your face.

"Oh, she wounds me!" he raised his voice, earning a few curious glances from their classmates. "I give it to you, you are hard to bargain with. Let's make it four petals and the date.

"You wish...no deal." you held your head high, but your voice lost it's usual coldness.

"How about 4 petals, a date, and bear in mind I have yet to offer this to anyone, but a secret of the castle." he tilted his head, waiting for your response.

"Fine Weasley. But you give me also 3 thorns." you reluctantly agreed. Snape was a worse alternative, and a secret of the castle could come in handy anytime. His surprise after your answer made you double question yourself tho. It's not like you two were going to follow throught it, right? It was just easy banter with the two of you.

"Deal." his cheeky grin vanished, in it's place a more serious face appeared.

He turned to the side to let you go, but before you could exit the storage room, he plucked two petals for himself and gave the rest to you. Your imagination might have played you, but you swore you heard him mumble to himself 'she loves me, she loves me not'.

**

The Lady of course heard about the encounter. Philigus Nigel's, Hogwart's previous potion master's framed painting was stacked behind a couple of boxes. He might not have seen the two sixth years but his hearing was quite alright. As soon as you went out, the boy huffled around a little, took the container that he previously hid, and placed the roses back to their rightful place.

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<Masterlist >

<Fred Weasley>

A taste of their own medicine

Pictures of us | part 2

<Tom Riddle>

Suffocating

<Sirius Black>

Broken mirror

<Regulus Black>

Arsonists's lullaby (songfic)

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Broken mirror | s. b.

Summary: Death Eaters break into your house, you hide in the cupboard and you find your mirror that you can communicate with Sirius

Warning: well sad? Really sad? Sorry?

If you want a part 2 from Sirius's pov please comment!

I recommend listening to It's okay by Tom Rosenthal

A tiktok about Marlene x Sirius inspired me, this is just my take on it. Enjoy!

You knew they were coming for you. You knew, but hoped for more borrowed time. Standing in the hallway, you took a longing look at the pictures decorating the walls. Christmas dinners with your family, group photos of the boys and girls, several at Lily and James' Wedding, a black dog with a little rat and many more. You missed it. Before the war everyone smiled. Now only tears marked the faces, and hope was scarce to find too.

A loud crashing of windows ripped you out of the memories. They were here. Death Eaters. The protecting wards will hold them off for now, but not long.

You run up the stairs, your stomping barely audiable in the shouting voices. You opened the first door and found yourself in your old bedroom.

Ironic.

The only place you ever felt safe beside Hogwarts. Now it shall have one last job as your Guardian.

You knew turning the key won't do much against magic, but the soft click eased your racing mind a bit. You pushed your desk before it too, stationary rolled everywhere from the force.

You hid inside the closet, feet giving out under yourself. Your bottoms hid the ground hard. Your breath shook, the walls seemed to close around you. You needed help. The mirror!

Two months ago The Order gifted every member a Two-way mirror. In emergency they could warn the others, call for help or if the situation required, say their last goodbyes.

"Someone, please..." you choked out, your voice barely above whispering.

There was no answer is return.

You repeated. And again and again and again.

When you thought all hope was lost, someone answered your prayers.

"Y/N? What's happening?" the voice that spoke brought you calm amidst the chaos. Your shaking limbs found peace, or at least for a moment, till the events overcame you again.

"They are here." shock prevented you from elaborating.

Maddening silence, no sound from the other side.

"Where are you hidden?" at last, a desperate man's plea masked in a question. There was no 'tell me you're alright' or 'it will be okay'. Not this time.

"In the upstairs cupboard, but Sirius, I don't want to die...." the sounds didn't come, a lump in your throat didn't give space to talk.

"Where's your wand?" Sirius asked hoping for an answer that would mean they had time until the Order arrived.

"Downstairs." the realization suddenly blocked away all emotions behind resignation. The tears seemed to stop along with the trembling.

"Oh, Y/N..." his voice cracked, you could hear him fighting back a sob.

You never imagined dying like this. Alone. You imagined a glorious death, battling evil for the greater good, knowing that your friends made it to safety. Not this. You barely graduated for heaven's sake! You still had a lot to offer. A boy to offer to. Jokes to laugh at. You wanted to run against the wind, let the cold salty waters close above you as you jumped in, and not die young. Well, faith had different plans, didn't she?

"Y/N, I'm coming to get you." determination radiated from him.

If he came, you'd both die. He knew it too.

No.

If you had to leave, there was no place in hell you'd let him follow you.

He had a nephew to fight for. A handsome stag to bicker with. A certain red headed girl to joke around with. A werewolf to eat chocolate with. A little brother still worth fighting for. You wanted to tell him all this. You wanted to tell him that the frown he usually had when concentrating was adorable. That the way his fingers curled around your hips made you think a universe far away, a happier place where this all might happen.

But not in this world. No.

"It's okay...I know, someday I'm gonna be with you." you forced to have a little laughter in your voice through the tears. "Promise me to try to live your life to the fullest? For me? Please?"

If there was a response, you didn't hear it for a lot of things happened all at once.

Death stood in the door and you were as ready to welcome it as you'll ever be. Before darkness closed around you, a flood of memories caressed the back of your mind.

Two little kids standing on a half empty train station, pinky promising to write to each other over the summer.

A red headed girl running towards you and crashing you into an earth shaking hug on Christmas day.

Younger tear strimmed version of you munching on chocolate with a silent boy.

The world spinning as an older version of the first boy with shaggy hair dared you to dance with him.

Your breath cathing in your throat as you both paused, heavily breathing, eye contact seemed to be the only thing that mattered at that point.

The memories came.

As if saying, it will be okay.

You believed it.

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A taste of their own medicine | F.W.

Summary: you wake up in the hospital wing and as you make your way back to the common room you encounter the twins

Warning:contains no kissing, fluff, it's just a teaser for my enemies to lovers fic. I already have 3 2k+ chapters up on ff.net if you are intrested

(Please be kind english is not my main language, I had to replace oc's name with you so it might contain a lot of yous) Enjoy!

You awoke at midnight. The hammering in your brain eased into a light pressure.

The Hospital Wing was swallowed by the comforting hands of darkness, but at the moment you found no friend in it. You carefully sat up, testing whether the nausea returns or not. Fortunately the latter came true, so you gathered your few belongings and tiptoed around the labyrinth of chairs, beds and folding screens trying not to trip over either of them. You cringed at the sound that the door made as you opened it, the creaking of the ancient oak echoed through the Hall. The small light that came from the opening made the hammering in your head more palpable, you had to nictate until your eyes adjusted to the blinding blaze that illuminated the corridors. Without casting a glance back in the direction of Madam Pomfrey's chamber, you slipped through the crack and started your way back to your dormitories.

You knew you wouldn't get in trouble now for being out after curfew, but habit is hard to break so you casted a quick Silencio on your shoes. You weren't afraid like in your first year, but the thrill that went with being alone in the castle in the dead of night still made your heart beat out of your chest. you didn't need to cast Lumos, the fires provided enough light just to get by. You wouldn't even need the fires, after spending most of your life roaming the endless hallways, you knew the castle map like the back of your hand. Especially around the Hospital Wing and between the Slytherin Common Room.

As you were turning for the dungeons past descending down the stairs, a faint murmuring made you abruptly stop. At first, you thought only your imaginative mind went on a wild ride, but after five seconds of listening, a soft chuckle convinced you that you weren't indeed alone.Preparing for an attack from Peeves, your fingers encircled around the base of your wand.

The tension in your shoulders eased when you peeked around and didn't see a soul.

But then who did you hear? And where did they hide? you assumed there were at least two of them, because of the laughter. Or someone was just clinically insane to be laughing on their own.

You recalled the layout of the corridor. There were at least three secluded alcoves where they could hide, but from your side you were able to see all three of them and they were empty. There were no shadows hanging from behind St. Edgard's statue, no bump on the curtains, and them being invisible didn't even cross your mind. But then where were they? Were you imagining sounds as an aftershock of the powder?

Then it popped into your head. The secret passage! Between the second and first floor there was a hidden stairway. On this side it was camouflaged as a regular stone wall, on the other side a tapestry hid the entrance. But if they were hiding in the secret passage, you could only think of a few people who had the knowledge of its existence. A very few people. To be honest, the list contained two people beside you and your friends. You let out a frustrated groan.

Fred and George Weasley.

Not keen on making yourself the victim of some prank, you had to figure a way past them. Of course you could go on the long way back, but a plus 20 minutes in the freezing corridors made you shiver. No way in hell. You just only needed a plan.

As the steps formulated in your mind, a devilish smile crept on your cheeks.

"Expulso" you whispered. The statue near you exploded with a loud bang. In the following silence you could still hear the sound travelling throughout the castle. Now you only needed to wait. There wasn't a chance that Filch didn't hear it.

"Oi, Fred what did you do?" proved true your suspicion as you heard an angry Weasley questioning his twin.

"Nothing mate, I thought you did it!" answered a very confused voice belonging to Fred Weasley.

In the distance you could hear the approaching steps of Argus Filch. Okay, not just that. Staying true to his character, the sentence 'Let me just get you in my hands' accompanied by a series of variable threats foretold the caretaker's arrival.

"Shit, hurry up Feorge! I don't wanna be caught! I'm pretty content with my life and I want my arse in one piece when mum sees us during Christmas!"

Ah, yes. Here came phase 2.

As soon as you heard steps running up the stairs, you sneaked out of the connecting corridor that previously shielded you. You rushed to the stone wall, your blood flow rapidly pulsating, and touched your wand twice on the stone up right, once on the low left then traced a line from the left to the right. As the entrance revealed itself, you saw two hastily retreating backs. It was time the twins got a taste of their own medicine.

Swishing your wand in a circular motion, you murmured the next spell.

"Glisseo!"

"Fred, did you heaa....Aaaaaah!" started George, but as the stairs turned to a ramp and they started to slide down, his sentence was cut short.

Heart pounding against your chest, you hid again on the other hallway that meant your safety.

Filch's victory cry and the boy's swearing was a melody you will be hearing on your bad days. You couldn't stop yourself from stealing a glance at the three figures. The sight made you forget about your headache. The two seventh year boys were dragged by their ear thanks to Filch, but even this couldn't shut their mouth.

"We missed you Filch over the summer-" started one of them."-brought you some sweets too, sorry to miss your birthday. It tastes like nougat."

How they knew when was the caretaker's birthday you had no idea. You didn't really understand either why their eyes gleamed in an odd way when they talked about the nougat.

Before you could pull your head fully back, one of the twin's eyes snapped in your direction. you were fast enough to not let him catch a glance, but the rapidity of the motion made your hair swing in the other direction. But this wasn't a problem, you guessed, even the twins won't be able to trace this back to you just by your hair.

Feeling proud of yourself, you let a little warmth spread in your chest.

Keeping your head up, you continued your way to the Common Room with graceful steps as soon as the magic trio could not be heard.

Yes, now you can sleep tight.

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Suffocating - Tom Riddle x Reader

Let me kick this off by saying I don’t read Tom Riddle fics; I’ve never read one so this is the first fic of his that I’ve read and WHAT A FIRST TO READ!

It’s angst from the get go, and it is so beautifully written. You messaged me and mentioned that you’re not feeling to confident in this fic but can I be honest?

There is absolutely no need to be. It’s incredible. I’m just going to point out two lines that had me almost weeping with how wonderful they are:

“... the rapture that comes upon you just to crack your armour...”

I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful this line is - it’s breathtaking. I had to pause for a moment and let myself take it in, I really did. 

“... loving you was the hardest and most painful thing I’ve ever done.”

This line as well is so beautiful because you can feel the reader’s pain through it. It’s heartbreaking; the reader is confronting Tom, they know what’s happening to him and yet they still bed and they to bring him back from the brink. 

But it doesn't work, and the reader (and myself) is left heartbroken. 

THOSE LAST TWO LINES AS WELL. You describe his transformation into Voldemort so well and then you give us those last two lines and it’s just WOW!

For any of my followers who happen to read Tom Riddle fics, here's one that you will LOVE! Go read, show it some love!