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── .✦ a spell gone wrong binds you to tom riddle, forcing you both to stay within ten feet of another ⭑.ᐟ

you were going to murder elias longbottom.

being stuck in 1943 with no way to get back was harsh enough, but to get bonded to tom riddle was the cherry on top of a bad month. all because longbottom couldn’t control his wand, nor understand the spell he casted.

seething with rage, you lunged at the wide-eyed student, only to be caught by the waist by a much younger—but still as irritating—dumbledore. betrayal flashed in your eyes and he directed you sit down on the chair, practically pushing you down on it.

he sighs your name, giving you a look. “it was an accident, dear. i’m sure someone knows the counter spell, and soon enough you two will be free of this accident. for now, let’s take a breath and try not to attack poor, mister longbottom?”

you seethed, barely acknowledging the man beside you, feeling both his amusement and his hidden anger. not only had the curse bonded you physically together, but emotionally as well. you’d had been more than glad to blame your homicidal tendencies directed toward’s neville’s great uncle on riddle, but even you knew your temper was as short as your patience.

“you idiot!” you opted to scream at the shameful boy, standing from the chair. instead of lunging for him again, you paced around the room, though not far from riddle.

elias tried to apologize again as dumbledore sighed. you throw a silencing spell on longbottom, stomping out of headmaster dippet’s office with tom riddle right on your heel. unwilling.

“will you please not do that?” he hissed, his legs reluctantly pulling him towards you. “or at least tell me when you move. if you don’t remember—“

you turned to glare at him, stopping in your tracks. “i remember, you ogre! i’m stuck with your whiny, huffy a—self until they find a counter spell. how could i forget?”

riddle’s jaw clenched, amusement no longer lingering. he hadn’t taken kindly to the news and even while he pretended to be understanding when the headmaster had told them, you felt his anger, his annoyance. “i don’t want to be stuck with you just as much as you don’t want to be with me. i’m trying to make sure you’re not gonna drag me around like i’m kind of dog—“

you turn on your heels, practically sprinting down the corridor, half hoping if you ran fast enough, the spell would break, and half amused that the future dark wizard had unexpectedly yelped at the bond dragging him back towards you.

when you stop just before the great hall doors, you turn around, a smirk dancing on your lips as you witnessed riddle stand up, his fingers twitching for the wand in his robes, brushing the fabric.

he glared at you, hostility rolling off of him. “can you not do that?”

“i will if you stop being a little bitch.” you spat back at him, somewhat regretting your words when you felt his shock, scandalizing the teenage dark lord.

i guess calling a man a bitch in this time period isn’t the norm, you thought, amusement in your eyes as you watch him huff, brushing off the dust on his robes and ego.

“i loathe you.” he fumed, his ears reddening.

you felt his anger, and while the thought of his future self scared you, you couldn’t help but laugh in his face. tom riddle looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum, red ears and standing as if he was ready to stomp on the ground.

fury filled him as he watches you laugh in his face, his hand gripping his wand as if to remind himself he couldn’t kill you outside of the great hall. instead, he walks quickly down the hall, pulling you with him.

you immediately stop, standing up as soon as you could. you glare at him, his mirth dancing back as you mirrored his earlier actions.

“i loathe you.” you fumed back, eyes narrowing.

“i loathe you more.” he takes a step forward, only stopping when his nose touches yours, his lips curled into a snarl.

you reach forward and punch him, right on the jaw.

his groan and yours harmonize as he clutches his jaw, stumbling back and you, cradling your hand from the impact. riddle stared at you in disbelief, eyes wide from the audacity.

later, you had accompanied him to the infirmary. you had broken riddle’s jaw and had the satisfaction of witnessing him bite his tongue as madam ashworth made him drink skele-gro.

the next week was filled with screaming matches and uncomfortable silence when studying was needed. a private room was handed to you both by the headmaster, a temporary solution and a gift, a bribe to stop cursing at each other during meal times and class.

riddle complained about how long you took in the bathroom, nose flaring when you made fun of him for not showering every day, calling him stinky. you whined when he intentionally stayed behind class to flatter professor slughorn. you couldn’t believe someone educated could fall for his load of shit.

the only moment of silence came from sleep and the rare times in the library where work would get done without hostility between you both. it was tense, sitting right beside future wizard hitler, and it took you multiple nights to actually rest.

two beds had been provided, but you made him sleep on the floor. and like the perfect 1940s gentleman he portrayed himself to be, he begrudgingly agreed.

as you sat in potions, you glanced beside you at your partner. his face was too pretty, it irritated you that his beauty was used for evil. evil, evil, evil.

an intrusive thought emerged in your mind and rather than grimacing at the thought, you tap your quill against your lips, focusing. if you could feel the other was feeling, amusement, anger, homicidal urges, surely it meant everything.

pursing your lips, you conjured up an image in your mind. sweaty, whimpering riddle laid beneath you, his hips bucking up as you slowly sat on his face. his tongue reached up, tasting your dripping pussy before you could properly sit down.

you squirm slightly in your chair, feeling the familiar sensation between your legs. out of the corner of your eye, you saw riddle clench his jaw, his grip on his quill tightening. you could feel his frustration.

grinning, you began to imagine the noises he’d make as you rode his tongue, grinding your pussy against his eager mouth. he would reach up to hold you down as came all over his face, his tongue lapping at your clit as you soaked his face.

tom cleared his throat softly beside you, scribbling down hard on his paper and pushing it towards you.

what the fuck are you doing?

you held back a giggle. oh, this was going to be fun.

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why are they about to make out

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Just read your tom riddle fic, and feel like it's not long enough i need moree 😭❤️

getting into my harry potter phase again so trustttt i would love to write more tom fics 🤭

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No Kings protest, Virginia ❤️

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── .✦ tom riddle crashing out in his dorm after finding out his crush didn’t use amortentia on him ⭑.ᐟ

abraxas malfoy was beyond perplexed as he watched his dark lord lay face down on the dorm floor, groaning continuously into the cold marble. for a previously composed, moody, and intelligent heir of slytherin, tom riddle was … difficult for the past two months. ever since she arrived.

he hadn’t blamed his lord when he wanted to get to know the girl, after all she was breathtakingly beautiful, a pureblood, and had appeared whilst in the middle of ancient runes fighting a cloaked man, killing him with a spell unknown to any wizard. of course, tom riddle would want to know her after hearing dumbledore beg the headmaster to allow her to continue her studies at hogwarts.

no, abraxas knew that was what his dark lord would want need to do. anyone who’s whole future was to become powerful and immortal would be clawing at the opportunity to get to know a mysterious, devastatingly beautiful, kissed by the gods, woman.

what he didn’t understand was how far riddle had taken his “research” on the girl. how he had went from walking her to her door—“i’m a prefect, malfoy, it makes sense and courteous of me to do so.”—to accompanying her on picnics with gryffindors. gryffindors for god’s sake! from pairing up with her for projects—“i’m keeping an eye on her, see what she knows.”—to sneaking out to watch the stars at the astronomy tower with her.

rosier had once made a pass at her, and when she had flirted back, riddle had called the knights for a meeting where he crucio’d rosier until the sun had came up. the rest had to clean up the blood pooling around their fellow friend.

his lord had came to them, yelling as he clutched at his chest. “she poisoned me! she must’ve drugged my tea with amortentia when i was not looking!”

everyone exchanged glances, malfoy suffering from constant whiplashes with his master’s mood swings.

“my lord, she’s smart, but i don’t think she would have the—“ nott started, shutting up as soon as riddle had focused his anger at him.

avery jumped in, not wanting to spend another day cleaning up blood like muggles. “surely she couldn’t have used amortentia without you noticing, my lord. you don’t miss such things!”

the group nodded, half terrified, half anxious.

“she’d had to!” riddle had yelled, pacing around the dorm. “i feel—these revolting emotions surface when she comes around, she plagues my mind, and even my body, my body, reacts to the scent of her perfume!”

the knights had taken turns being crucio’d that night.

abraxas knew his master had been investigating the girl, so he had been more than aghast to find his lord groaning on the floor. for half a second, he wondered if the girl had done something to him, but quickly dismissed it when he saw riddle’s wand in his hand.

he stepped slowly into the room, clearing his throat. “my lord? … are you alright? have you been harmed?”

tom stopped groaning, though stayed face down on the floor as the other knights came into the door, dumbfounded by the sight.

“ ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵘˢᵉ ᵃᵐᵒʳᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵃ “ riddle mumbled into the marble floor, body limp and unmoving.

rosier tilted his head, brows furrowing. “my lord, what did you say? nott could not hear.”

nott threw him a glare before turning back to their master, concerned and frightened.

abraxas watched as his lord stood, taking a deep breath, casting a silencing charm before screaming into the room. it was raw and fervent, as if he was letting out years of pain into it. everyone flinched, waiting for a crucio to be casted, whether on them or the other.

the knights had reached new fears when their master waved away the silencing charm and laid back down on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

“she didn’t use amortentia.” riddle repeated, closing his eyes briefly. “i watched her for days, every movement, my eyes never left her. i’ve looked at her wand, looking for an intimacy spell but found none. i’ve searched her belongings, nothing came to fruition other than her love for pearls.”

everyone stayed silent, lestrange on the verge of cracking a smirk as he watched his feared lord have a crisis over a girl.

tom riddle didn’t have to say the words out loud for everyone to understand. they all witnessed as their lord stood back up, took an usually long shower, and exited the dorm without another word.

meetings became less and less until they longer happened. abraxas observed as riddle spent more and more time with the girl, knowing the look in his eyes as he’d seen in many couples before. he studied how his master had spent the next years courting her, witnessed when riddle had asked for her love in the astronomy tower.

abraxas and the rest attended their wedding, surveying how their master pledge his allegiance and love to her.

riddle had disbanded their group when they graduated, and though the knights had been disappointed, abraxas couldn’t find it in himself to feel dismayed when she and tom asked him to be the godfather to their daughter.

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°• she's so pretty •°

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✧.* crawling back to you

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i’m already crying PLEASE GIVE THEM A HAPPY ENDING

Jon M. Chu’s new Instagram profile picture.

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ARIANA GRANDE x SWAROVSKI ♡

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so late but thank you for 6.2k followers! will be working on the requests and finish the fics i promise!

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idk why people are surprised mgg is dating someone young like this man dated a 19 year old when he was 30 💀

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- not proof-read, we die like jj maybank

rafe cameron never believed in the supernatural nor was he even a little bit religious. he was too busy fixing up his fucked up life to care about ghost stories, too busy to attend church with his family, and way too skeptical about staged found footage of the extramundane.

but when his eyes meet hers, he was positive he was witnessing a pulchritudinous angel on her descent from the heavens. eyes so mesmerizing, skin glowing, and hair drenched amidst the tropical storm.

his yacht was thrown to the side as a big wave sends it flying back. his right side hits the railing and he coughs up a mouthful of sea water, standing back up. he frantically makes his way back to the port side, leaning over the metal railing, his eyes scanning the black waves for her.

blue eyes finds hers, her head bobbing effortlessly in the dangerous ocean as if she were threading water in a still pool. a sense of relief relaxes his body, his father's and the crew members' screams stifled by her divineness. he wishes to be closer to her, his body wailing to be near her, needing to close the distance between them.

rafe cameron never believed in angels until he saw her.

"rafe." he hears her whisper right in his ear despite being out in the stormy ocean.

a shiver runs down his spine, goosebumps shooting up his arms. it's sultry, it's alluring, and it's the single most erotic thing he's ever heard in his life.

he's a jump away from lunging himself into the storm, gaze never leaving hers as he slings a leg over the railing. rafe's heart thumped loudly in his ears as animalistic need fills his being, his mind cooing at him to jump into the deadly ocean storm. he couldn't resist, not when her lips lifted into a smile, encouraging him to come closer.

a hand pulls at his arm, dragging him back inside the cockpit, and he fights hard, trying to stop whoever was taking him from her. ward shoves him down the cabin doors, closing the door behind him and rafe is positive he can feel her fury.

the ocean seems to match his despair and her anger, the boat rocking violently in response. his eyes sweep the cabin, noting only one other person inside beside his father. he can't find it in himself to care when he's just been ripped away from you.

when the storm calms, he's still agitated. the yacht was a wreck and three people from his own crew had gone overboard. his hands shook as he climbed up the ladder of the rescue boat, scanning the now sunny ocean in hopes of finding you.

he's plagued with the memory of her for the next few days, her face on his mind like a constant reminder of what he lost. he tries to think logically, questioning why a girl so beautiful would be in the middle of the ocean, and how she managed to stay afloat during the storm that tore his yacht to pieces.

unsure whether it was his possessive nature or his paranoia but he hadn't told anyone about her, not wanting to share even the idea of her with another.

as he attends the funeral of one of the crew member, he spots her staring at him from besides a tree. warmth and gratification spreads through him and he sprints out of the church, not bothering to excuse himself from the people he pushes out of the way.

rafe catches up to her, out of breath as he stops right in front of her. he inhales sharply, his throat dry from your strong presence. being so close to her had him feel weak, as if he was a slight wind away from dropping to his knees.

truly, he does try to speak, try to at least get out a greeting but his mouth could open softly gasp at her. he mentally slaps himself for acting like an idiot.

"hello," the angel greets, her voice like honey and mellifluous, a small amused smile tugging at the corner of her plump lips.

a incoherent grunt comes out of his throat, and he has to cough to cover it. his voice trembles slightly when he speaks and he's about ready to kill himself for his less-than confident demeanor. "hi ... i'm, uh, rafe."

"i know," the angel replies, her smile curling further. she turns her back and walks away from the church, rafe right on her heels like a leashed puppy.

rafe stumbles over his feet, his pace matching hers. the way her hair flowed in the wind was downright pornographic, and he was positive he suffered major brain injury during the storm for that thought alone.

"how—?" he interrupts himself, unsure of how to continue the question he's been so desperate to ask. "why—?"

"i'm so glad you survived," she cuts him off, her bare feet hitting the sand. her piercing eyes stare right at his. “i was so worried.”

rafe is unsure how he got on the beach, the church was about half a mile behind them and he’s positive this lovely creature wasn’t a track star. he rubs the back of his neck, crimson coloring his face. “i’m glad you’re alive, too. how did you even—?”

for the second time, she cuts his nervous words, only this time by intertwining her soft fingers with his. his brain short circuits from shock.

the angel leads him into the water, her cream white dress soaked as the water envelops her waist and now, his. he shivers slightly at the cool water, but follows her nonetheless.

“swim with me?” she asks, turning to face him, the water now at her shoulders. the angel lets go of his hand, drifting further out into the ocean.

rafe trails behind her, swimming out to where she drifted off to, the stunned look on his face morphing to slight confusion, then back to spellbound. he swallows again when she wraps her arms around his neck.

“i’m so happy you survived.” she repeats, her hands caressing his cheeks.

her smile widens, almost predatory before she submerges fully into the ocean, dragging him down with her.

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the us economy crashing before i update my fics that’s another level of lazy ( @demonicbaby666 we need to get our lick back )

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haven’t been in a good mood since 2017

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fuck marc platt

fuck jonah platt

fuck gal gadot

fuck ansel elgort

fuck variety

fuck disney

fuck me tom blyth

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“Hope you win for best actor. Cause I had you completely wrong.”