#“ A little cold never kill nobody ♥ ”

[feralforriddle]

nobody makes me feel things.

summary: tom riddle x y/n, first person. tom starts to get really confused as to why he was feeling so many things for the sweet ravenclaw girl. but he seems to soften up pretty quick, leaving you just as confused.

a/n: my first ever fic! please give feedback if you enjoyed in the comments. this is probably super messy but i just kept typing lol. i hope u enjoy :3.

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'what do you want.' he says, staring at me with his dark, cold glare. i gulp, immediately regretting my decision. picking at the skin around my nails, i pluck up the courage to ask him.

'um, i was just wondering if you were still tutoring people?' i ask, looking up at him anxiously. he stares at me for a second, seemingly very confused. or is he happy? angry? honestly, it's really hard to read him. impossible even.

'yes. i do, why?' he steps closer to me, looking down and crossing his arms. it's almost like he is trying to kill me. doesn't he realize how handsome he is?

'i am struggling at the moment in potions, a-and i know you're really smart in that subject. i was wondering if you'd help me?' i ask, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. why is it so hard to talk to him? obviously everybody knows what tom is like. he has almost zero friends, and he doesn't seem to care about making any.

but i have always been intrigued by him. always watching and admiring from afar. always found him exceptionally handsome. never found any courage to talk to him, though. so now is my chance to get his attention.

do i really need help in potions? not really. it's definitely not my most successful class, but i could probably still pass without his help. but the idea of him teaching me, maybe he could show me how to make potions too, standing behind me and guiding my hands-

okay, no. i am getting truly distracted now.

i have just always been so infatuated with him. my friends call me crazy for trying this, and that they have never seen him interested in any girl before him. i have seen him glance at me before, staring a little longer than just an accidental glance. so part of me is really hopeful he sees me the same way. and i don't have enough confidence to just ask him out, which is why i thought a study session would be good.

'i can help you. what is it you need help with the most?' he says, surprisingly softer. a slight glint in his eye. it did not last long though, he returned to his usual glare.

'mainly brewing the potions, getting things perfect. sure, i get it right but, you always seem to make them perfectly' i say, complimenting him lightly to see his reaction.

i did not get much of one.

'yes, mine are perfect. i can help you. i will ask professor slughorn if we can use the potions room after class hours, he won't mind i'm sure.' he says, nodding down at me once.

i smile brightly up at him, 'thankyou tom! i'll meet you there today around 6pm then?' i ask, beyond excited to get to spend more time with him.

he nods, squinting his eyes lightly at me before turning around and leaving. he certainly is a unique boy. i turn to return to the great hall and finish my lunch.

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i was itching for 6pm to come faster, wiggling in my seat in my final class of the day. i need to make sure i look pretty, too. i am incredibly nervous to see him, and be alone with him too. my cheeks go red at the thought. i am probably thinking of this way differently to tom, he probably isn't even excited. but i don't care, i just wanted him to see me, to notice me.

as soon as class ended, i sprinted back to my dorm to get changed and freshen up. putting on a clean white shirt, my slightly tighter one for no particular reason at all. and my ravenclaw skirt, pilling up a little further up my thighs than normal. i do light makeup, and ruffle my hair and im ready. this is very unlike me. i never dress like this, and to be honest i feel embarrassed but i want to catch his attention somehow.

it's 5:50pm, so i grab my study books and quill, and head quickly to the classroom. he arrives just seconds after me.

'hi tom' i smile.

he stares at me for a second, glancing down at my outfit. 'what are you wearing?' he says, glaring at me for a second.

'just my uniform..' i frown, looking down at myself.

tom's head erratically turns around, checking nobody is around. 'you walked down here like this?'

'..yes?'

'get inside, quickly.' he opens the door for me, and i rush inside, very very confused as to what is happening.

he looks at me again as i sit at the desk where he clearly prepared things. 'why did i have to rush in here?'

'because i don't want anybody else to see you like this.' he grunt, putting his books down before sitting beside me.

'why's that?' i say, a little hope bubbling inside of me that maybe it's because he only wants to see me like this.

'you ask too many questions. lets just focus on this' he says, avoiding eye contact with me.

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the whole study session i was incredibly nervous. i couldn't write properly because my hands were shaking so much. my cheeks constantly red through the whole thing. i sigh as he packs things away, 'thankyou for helping me, tom'.

'it's okay' he says nothing else before heading to the door.

i don't know why, but he seems even less interested after that. he is barely talking to me, his body language is just telling me he is uncomfortable. maybe he figured out my little plan and it put off by it? maybe he really just doesn't like me back. maybe i'm just not confident enough for him?

perhaps i should stop trying so hard.

i grab my own things and walk to the door with him. 'i-i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable tom, i'm sure you figured out what i was doing' i say with as much courage as possible. i feel ridiculously embarrassed. he looks at me and says nothing.

his face indicates nothing. nothing whatsoever. i take a deep breath. looking at him with glossy eyes, rushing out of the potions classroom and back to my dorm.

i jump on my bed, pushing my face in the pillow and letting a few tears go. i thought it would work, i really did think he might like me back. i was stupid to think so. he doesn't really feel anything for anyone. and i made such a fool of myself, trying to flirt or complimenting me, wearing this revealing uniform. oh god i want the ground to swallow me hole.

i just curl up into a ball and fall asleep soon after.

tom on the other hand, is left feeling very very confused. he doesn't know why he feels this way, why did he get a pang in his chest when he saw my glossy eyes? why couldn't he seem to breathe properly around me? he has never felt this way for anybody and he doesn't know what to do.

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the next day i head to breakfast, nervous about seeing tom there. he always sits at the end of the table alone, so it's inevitable he will see me as i walk into the great hall. i try and get there as early as possible, hoping i arrive before he does.

but no, he is sat there, and his head shoots up the second he sees me walk into the hall. my cheeks flush insanely red, my hands beginning to sweat a little as i feel his burning gaze on me.

i rush to the table, sitting by myself at the end too, not really wanting to tell my friends what happened.

tom sees me sitting alone and furrows his eyebrows. before even thinking, he stands up and walks over to sit directly opposite me on the ravenclaw table. i look up at him and panic.

'why are you sitting alone?' he says, staring at me.

'um, i just didn't feel like talking to my friends this morning' i gulp, frantically trying to avoid his gaze. he glances down to see them all staring with their jaws dropped.

'pathetic.' he mutters.

'you think im pathetic?' i say, eyes softening at him.

'no, quite the opposite' he mumbles, nodding his head down the table. 'that is pathetic'. my cheeks flush a little as i giggle at him. looking back up at him, i give him a soft smile.

'why did you come over here, tom?'

'because i don't want to see you sitting by yourself.' he says, taking a bite of his breakfast. 'come on, eat something. we have class soon'.

i do as he says, of course, but i am also extremely confused as to what is happening. from how he was acting yesterday, to this? i am very confused. but secretly i am really enjoying this.

'so, how about another study tonight?' he says bluntly. my eyes nearly shoot out of their sockets and my heart nearly came out of my chest.

'o-oh, um sure' i smile, covering my nerves.

'and you can wear that little outfit again. just don't let anybody see you on the way'. i nod quickly at him. and we quietly had breakfast together. he walked me to my class, which left my hiding my smile under my hand in class.

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i take a deep breath as i wait for tom to arrive outside of the class. i tap my feet on the floor in anticipation. my god, am i nervous.

'get inside, quick' he says, opening the door for me again.

i smile a little, rushing inside and sitting back in my normal seat. but there is nothing here set up to study like last time. he raised an eyebrow at me and slowly walks over as i look at him confused.

'what are we doing today tom if there isn't anything here?' i ask, turning to him as he sits beside me.

'oh i think we both know studying isn't the reason we are doing this' he says, turning to me slightly.

i almost choke on the air.

'i don't know what you've done to me, but i can't stop thinking about you' he sighs. 'it's awful, really. i haven't ever felt this way before, i was up most of the night figuring my feelings out. now i worry i am stuck, wanting you with me at all times when i can't'.

'yes, you can'. i jump to answer. 'just give me the word and i'm yours'.

'mine?' he hums, as i stand up and stand in between his legs, looking up at him.

'yours'.

he puts his hand on the side of my face. 'i hope you know what you've gotten yourself into. I'm not easy, darling'. he sighs.

'i'll get used to it' i smile.

'if i see any other man in the same proximity as you, i can't promise i won't hex them'.

'id like that' i hum.

'come here' he murmurs, pulling me closer into him, connecting his lips onto mine. and i melt. i've been wanting this for so long. his tongue swipes against my bottom lip, deepening the kiss as my hands wrap around his neck, pulling him to stand with me and wrap his arms around my waist.

'lets go back to my dorm. i have my own dorm because i hate everyone.' he mumbles against my lips. i giggle at him, pulling back and nodding. 'lets go' i agree.

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the next morning, i walk into the great hall for breakfast. tom's eyes find mine as he gives me a very small, but cheeky grin.

he stands up and walks over to my table before i can sit down.

he grabs my chin, pressing a kiss against my lips softly right in front of all my friends. as if to prove a point.

'see you in class, baby'.

i smile at him as he walks back to the slytherin table. i look down at my friends,

'what on earth?!' they shout.

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a/n; and we're done! please give me feedback if you liked this, or not. my first ever fic ahh! <3 love u angels.

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you #hogwarts #harry potter #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys #voldemort

[naomana]

Ahem. Can I please have Y!Henry/Reader? You can make it as dark and twisted as you want, but I have a mighty need. Thank youuuuu!!!!

There you go Sal, my beloved ♥

TW: Kidnapping, murder, non-con, stalking

The dark silent room is interrupted by your desperate sobs, unable to get them under control. Your life was just turned upside down and you still can't comprehend how it happened.

The man that holds you captive, you've always been nothing but kind to him. That's why you can't understand why he'd do such a horrible things to you. Going as far as killing your partner, kidnapping you and holding you captive.

Remembering the scene, you sob again and flinch when you hear footsteps and moments later, bright light lands on your face and you have to cover your eyes to be able to see anything. The silhouette of your captor steps closer to you and you sob again, hugging your knees in order to make yourself smaller target. "P-please." You plead with another sob and put your hands out in order to push him away when he gets too close. Until now, he was treating you nice but your constant pushing away and refusal makes him snap.

The slap across your cheek stings you and makes you burst into hysterical cry as you get pulled on your feet and slammed against the wall. "I've been very patient with you, but enough is enough. Your pathetic lover is dead, you better forget about him." He snarls into your face and you can barely breathe over your cries. He slams you again and lets his hands roam your body, making sure to give love to all the right places.

"W-What have I ever done to you?" You breathe out, unsuccessfully pushing away his needy hands. He stops for a moment, before spreading your legs with his knee and gets even closer, teasing your neck with his lips. "Your ignorance is really sweet. Forgot about all the flirting?" "F-Flirting? I was just polite.. it's my job." Yes, your job where you met him the first time.

Working at little dinner, you usually stayed working overtime, returning back home late. Sometimes your partner would pick you up and accompany you back home, sometimes you'd have to walk home alone in dark and scared. And you met this man one of those evenings, serving him cup of green tea and sandwich he asked for, keeping it friendly and professional.

He'd come over almost every day after that, always getting the same order. Always watching you, but you never noticed because you was busy with work.

And on one of the nights when you had to get home alone, you ran into problems and he was right there to save you. You was really grateful and showed your gratitude every time he came over, maybe that gave him the wrong idea.

Wrong idea that you are interested, pushing him as far as to stalking you without your knowledge, ultimately sealing the fate of your partner.

You found him at your place, lifelessly laying in puddle of his own blood. The chocked scream couldn't get out your throat and when you turned around to ran for help, he was standing in the door like a saviour, ready to help. At least that's what you believed, because back then you had no idea he was the one responsible for the scene. You cried on his shoulder while he patted your back and hair in comforting manner, eventually slipping the important information about his involvement. But before you could do anything, he knocked you out and when you woke up, you was alone in darkness, scared and cold.

"You can drop it now. Nobody is in the way of us anymore. Just let me.." His lips press against your exposed collar bone and suck, sending shivers down your spine. "..love you." He finishes and you sob again, hating how soft he is with you, because your body is reacting to it. Then your hazy brain realises the door is still open and with little bit of right approach, you could escape.

You let him grope your body, even return the touches to make him drop his guard and when he's about to kiss you, you kick his groin with every last ounc of strenght and energy you have left, bolting for the door. You can hear his painful groan, but don't stick around to find out just how much did you hurt him.

You rush through the door, turning around to slam it behind and lock him in but he's way too close and you move again, running away from him while trying to find your way out in the unfamiliar surroundings. You look around, trying to find anything of use and realise it looks like a little cabin in middle of the woods and you hope, pray, you are wrong. When you finally reach the front door, you can hear his footsteps close behind and that one second that takes you to open the door is exactly what dooms your escape.

Your hair is grabbed and pulled back, making you yelp in pain. "You little fuck. Thought you'd leave me?!" You grab his hands as he's pulling you back by your hair, trying to ease the painful preassure. You're sure your scalp is getting skinned at this point. "P-please." You return back to your pathetic pleas but it lands on deaf ear.

You expect him to take you back to your little dark room, but to your horror he drags you to the bedroom and pins you down to the bed, holding your face in the pillows. You struggle to breathe, furiously move from side to side as you try to shake him off, without a success. Then your clothes starts getting removed and you go limp, hoping he'd panic and let you go. Instead, he pushes you into the pillows more as his second hand slaps your exposed cheeks.

You start your attempt to lose him again, only to find yourself grinding against his tented slacks. "I wanted to go easy on you but your pathtic attempt to escape really pissed me off. Pathetic little whore, the only thing you're good at is riding my cock and that's the only thing you'll do from now on." He grinds against you himself, harsh and you can hear the buckle of his belt, but there's nothing you can do. You can barely breathe, choking on your own cries when he pushes into you with no mercy.

It stings, because of no preparation, but he pays no attention to it. Thrusting into you in frantic rythm, sliding you across the bed until your head touches the wall at the top and you manage to turn your head to side, breathing in before he pushes you back into the pillows. "I decide when you deserve to breathe, worthless fuckenn whore."

You choke on your own saliva, feeling the hot drops of blood making their way down your thighs as he fucks you with brutal strenght. Punishing you for trying to escape, for ever thinking about leaving him for another useless man that could never satisfy you the way he could. (Or believed)

He fucks you all night long, but it feels like eternity for you. When he's done with you, you are tired and sore everywhere. With more words of degradation, he shoves you back to the dark cold room, naked and without anything. "Worthless bitch. You will have to work for any kind of comfort." You look at his iluminated silhouette, closing your eyes as sleep finally takes over your body, taking no notice to your uncomfortable position or coldness you feel. He just chuckles and closes the door, leaving you in complete darkness to get your energy back, just so he can return and strip you of it again.

#mafia2 #henry tomasino #yandere!henry #henry/reader #naomi's writing #tw: non-con #Tw: kidnapping #tw: murder #tw: stalking