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pxgeturner · 1 year

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milkshakes and confessions — t.m.r

pt. 1 — kiss it better, m.list, reblogs are extremely appreciated

you’re trying to make plans with your friends and end up telling your bf you love him for the first time.

an. so i forgot to put this on my wip list hope y’all like this. can be imagined w a r from any house but kinda hufflepuff coded!r :)

wc. 1.8k

You wrap your arms around luna from behind. “luna~” your look to your right, “‘ginny!” and around the people surrounding your friends: hermione, ron, harry, and others “hey guys,” you say looking at no one in particular.

that gets you a lot of weird stares. You look at luna, then at ginny. “did i say something?”

“harry potter is right there!” this kid, who you think is named seamus talks to you like you are an idiot.

“i’m not friends with harry potter.”

“he’s the son of james and lily potter!” ron is turning red.

“that doesn’t make him a saint?” you furrow your brows and wave you hand at him. “i mean good for him but it’s not like he's a merlin reincarnate or something.” you click your tongue at them, “besides i said hi to all of you”

“why are you over here?” a voice sounds from behind you.

“hi tommi,”

“you should be eating over there with me.”

“i’m just hear to- oh!” you look back at luna, “ok hogsmeade trip this weekend, right?”

“right,”

“i thought you and ginny could come with me to go get milkshakes!”

“Sounds good to me!” ginny pips in.

“sll right, milkshakes this weekend.” agrees luna.

“you spend trips to to hogsmeade with me.” tom protests. You remove yourself from luna to turn to your boyfriend.

“and you’re lucky that i love you, otherwise i would’ve plucked out your eyeballs for being so overprotective a long time ago.”

“ok, so see you in class later–” you’re yanked back, “tommi! ah! what are you-” he’s picked you up now, “moon!” you cry out for your friends knowing your boyfriend won’t listen to you.

she giggles and waves, “have fun!”

tom carries you all the way to the abandoned girl’s bathroom. He sets you down in front of a wall.

you laugh, pushing at his chest “what was that tommi?”

he leans into you, hands at either side of your head. “you can’t take things like that back, and you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.”

“huh?” your noses are touching and you really want to kiss him.

“you said you love me.” you cup his face, toying with a few short strands at your fingertips.

“uh-huh, i do.” he steps back, disconnecting from you completely.

“you shouldn’t.”

You take hold you his hand, rubbing circles into the back of his palm. “you’re my boyfriend, and we’ve been together almost a year.”

tommi mumbles something.

You put a hand under his chin to make him meet your eyes instead of looking at the ground. “what was that?” you smile up at him.

“love potion,”

“i’m not under a potion, silly. or am i acting crazy and obsessive?”

“not you, me! I was born because of a love potion.” he rips his hand out of yours.

“is this you telling me you want to break up?”

“it would be for the best.”

“you asked me out first, do you remember?” you block him from leaving.

“of course i do.”

“i had a crush on you for months my friends would tease me all the time for liking the slytherin prince who only ever studies.” you rest your hands on your hips. “they said i was a fool.”

“i get where this is going-”

“but you asked me out! on valentines day! like an absolute dork!”

“i said. i remember.” he grits his teeth. why won’t you let him leave?

“you like me! you care about me! you make sure i’m drinking water and study with me before exams.”

“like isn’t love!” he has fire in his eyes as he plants his hands on your shoulders, trying to get you to move. “it’s not enough! You deserve more!”

“like turns into love! i don’t believe in that love potion bullshit!”

“i want to love you-”

you’re seriously getting angry, how can the smartest guy in school be so stupid. “then do it! it just takes time! It’s not like one day fireworks and wedding bells are going to go off in your mind because your brain flipped a switch.”

“i don’t want to hurt you.”

“the only way you’re going to hurt me is by leaving right now.”

“what if i never love you?”

“if you ever need to force yourself to do things that typically come naturally then we can be over.” you deflate at the thought, now it’s you looking at the ground.

“if i can love anyone, it’s you. i can’t see myself with anyone else.” he comes in close you, holding your face in his hands, wiping away tears. when did you start crying? and you try to take a deep breath in but it’s all too intense, so it catches in your throat and you have to grab onto tommi’s robes to steady yourself. he pulls you into his chest, rubbing your head.

“i- i love you.” you hiccup, “so, much.” and you wiggle your head to look at him, brown eyes now soft with worry. “And it’s ok that you’re not there yet.”

“i know,” he brushes some hair off your forehead, “i- i know, princess.”

“can we go eat lunch now?

“how can i say no to my best girl?”

“are there other girls?” you’re trying to seem sarcastic.

“my best and only girl.” he kisses your forehead as you two begin to walk back to the great hall. You lean into him as you walk, latched onto his arm. He squeezes your hand, grateful for the fact that you did not let go.

your friends welcome you back with smiles and jokes.

“hello lovebirds, glad you two could finally deign to join us.” mattheo jokes, tom glares at him. you stay leaning on him even sitting down, he winds an arm around your back to support you. he loves his family, he’d do anything for mattheo or mother. in regard to father, he’s not sure, father isn’t like mother, there is no quality time or kind smiles. tom thinks he loves his father, but that’s more complicated. love is confusing and overly complicated, and essentially useless. that’s what he used to tell himself, when he thought he couldn’t experience romantic love. why would he bother with something that is useless. sex on the other hand, sex has purpose, and was experienced physically unlike love. which is just your mind playing tricks on you. sex is an itch that can be easily scratched

but then you arrived. one day just tagging along with pansy with smiles, energy and gentleness. as if you took a flint and steel to his cold heart to spark a fire that burns for you and only you. he understood that romance isn’t just a trick or manipulative tactic used by girls to trap boys. with you he started to think that maybe, just maybe love doesn’t have to be complicated. with you things come easy to him.

you twist your head to press a kiss to his jaw.

“everything all right, my girl?” he whispers into your ear as theo keeps talking. uou nod into his neck.

“want some of mine?” the little food you put on your plate is already gone. You take his fork and steal some potatoes.

“theo stop exaggerating, snape isn’t that bad.”

Theo sets his fork down, “he’s a bitter old man who needs to stop projecting his hurt onto others. he likes the girls more, and you’re a sweetheart.”

“aww, thank you, t.”

pansy looks up from her phone, “now that you mention it, he does favor the fairer sex.”

draco looks nauseated, “why would you say it like that?” he pretends to vomit on the floor, splashing his juice on the floor.

you wave your arm at him, “oye! draco! clean that up right now!”

“yes, ma’am.” he salutes you, grabbing a wad of napkins.

mattheo, who’s next you on your left, turns to you, “can we do our divination projects together?”

“matteo, you have to do your own project. but if you’re struggling, i can help you study the cards.” you offer

“ugh, that class is useless, you can’t predict the future.” tom says, his warm breath hitting your hair.

you tilt your head up, and boop his nose. “you only say that because your mojo is logical classes, but divination is intuitive. it uses your heart, not your brain.” your boyfriend scoffs. “If you’d let me read for you, you’d see–” he puts his hand over your mouth. You wiggle and yell into his hand, trying to get him to let go while your friends merely laugh. he lets go soon though, and you turn to face him, “you actually hate me.” you point a finger at him at look at him accusingly.

“quite the opposite actually,” he says softly, kissing your cheek. that makes your friends go quiet. for some reason, your face goes hot and you turn your body completely away from him, and cover your face with your hands.

your feet that were propped against matteo thighs get pushed down. “get your stinky feet off of me.”

that snaps you out of it, “y’know mattheo, you’re such an asshole.”

mattheo glares back at you, opening his mouth to respond, but closes it, suddenly interested in his food.

tom puts his chin to your shoulder, “don’t bother with him.” he presses another kiss to your cheek and convinces you to leave to go to the library. sitting at your usual table, tom tutors you in a particularly frustrating unit in transfiguration.

“so milkshakes on saturday at fortescue’s?” he mentions randomly.

“yeah with luna and ginny.” you try to go back to the question you were answering before he interrupted.

“why would they join us?” he presses.

“i’m having milkshakes with luna and ginny, you can hang out with the others.” you correct him.

“why would you do that?”

you roll your eyes. “i eat breakfast with you, i eat lunch with you, i eat dinner with you. and we’re studying right now.” you look up from your paper, “if i spend any more time with you I will become you.”

“not all the time,” he refutes, “and you just said you love me, and now you want to cancel hogsmeade?”

you grab his chin and squish his cheeks, “and i do love you! but i do have non slytherin friends. it's not fair to them or me if we never get to see each other.”

he makes a sound of discontent.

you softly tug his ear.

“fine milkshakes on saturday for you. and… something else for me.”

now you kiss his cheek.

he might not be perfect, but he’s yours. and all that matters is that he tries. it might take a couple of attempts, but he’s such a quick learner.

it’s what you love about him.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #wizarding world #tom riddle fluff #tommi riddle #harry potter #hufflepuff #slytherin #gryffindor #ravenclaw #slytherin x ravenclaw #slytherin x slytherin #slytherin x gryffindor #but mostly #hufflepuff x slytherin #tommi my love #i seriously love him so much #my poor boy trying to figure out his own mind

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jm-2406 · 2 months

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Please let me know that I am not the only one who has read [& continues to do so] fanfictions about the characters whom I know nothing about; I haven't seen the movie/series or read the books about them but I am crushing hard on them because one of their fanfictions landed on my "for you" page...

#dear diary #tommy shelby x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #matt murdock x reader #cillian murphy x reader #bucky x reader #chris evans x reader #bruce wayne x reader #draco malfoy x reader #peter parker x reader #sirius black x reader #my thougts #sriya #writers on tumblr #marvel #james potter x reader #f1 x reader #formula 1

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virgil-anon · 2 months

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The tomarry micro trope that gets me giggling every time is when Tom is trying to find a way to make Harry immortal with him because he's THAT obsessed and that much of a simp, meanwhile Harry's either knowingly or unknowingly immortal already, either from being Tom's horcrux or being the master of death

And I just love it

Tom: here, I've found a ritual to bind your life to mine so we can both live forever!

Harry:

Harry: Tom I CANT DIE

#harry potter #tomarry #tom riddle #master of death #master of death harry potter #harry being immortal against his will is so funny #homeboy doesnt wanna be here forever like tommy boy dows #but hes here anyway

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sinsirellaxx · 14 days

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Slytherin boys …

What the Slytherin boys would do to win you over

How they manipulate you into forgiving them after f*cking up

What they do when you neglect them

What would they do to get you back if you left them for someone else

What makes them toxic?

How would they react to you getting jealous?

What they are like when they’re jealous

What they’d be like if you broke up with them

Things you do that turn them on

What they’ re like if you put them in their place

What they’d be like if you show up at their dorm crying

They only have a soft spot for you

Ass, Boobs or Thighs?

What they’d do if you wore a short skirt

NSFW Headcanons

When they actually fall in love with you

You find out you are a bet/They find out they were a bet

you (respectfully) criticize them in bed

You put them in your place and now they want you back

Most to least toxic

How would they react to reader with long hair

You are hit by an unforgivable and they have to watch you suffer

Theodore Nott x Reader

How could he not(t)?

In the Middle of the Night

The grass on the other side …

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

“I fcked up.”

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Ball Dates and Jealousy

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Forgotten hero, friend and love

Jealousy

Hot headed

Ominis Gaunt x Reader

The Sallow-Cupid

Thomas Shelby x Reader

The force that is Thomas Shelby

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Unwanted Bride (coming soon)

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a-asterias · 8 months

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— micaela's july + august recs

ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated <3

p.s. i missed last month's recs (whoops) so please enjoy two months worth of recs x

LOCKWOOD AND CO.

— anthony lockwood.

drives me crazy by @tangledinlove

↳ heart eyes!

leave the door open by @atlabeth

↳ are we too young for this?

↳ you're beautiful

GRISHAVERSE

— nikolai lantsov.

come on back to me by @atlabeth

↳ bad luck

wanting was enough by @genyakosstyk

STRANGER THINGS

— steve harrington.

the swindling of steve harrington's heart by @stevebabey

redamancy by @sanguineterrain

oops, i love you. by @earthgirl616

second chance by @astermath

make it better by @upsidedownwithsteve

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY

— conrad fisher.

ocean eyes by @cryonme

in my head, i play a supercut of us by @kamaluhkhan

HARRY POTTER

— mattheo riddle.

if i can't have you baby by @earthgirl616

↳ "who did this to you?"

— theodore nott.

the way i loved you by @earthgirl616

↳ "don't leave me... please"

end up here by @priniya

↳ small worlds

— lorenzo berkshire.

"yeah, i love you. so what?" by @earthgirl616

MARAUDERS

— sirius black.

i think he knows by @theemporium

— remus lupin.

calm after the storm by @earthgirl616

↳ furry little secret

'til the morning by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ at ease

↳ is this a thing?

ivy by @enviedear

MARVEL

— peter parker.

into the blogosphere by @earthgirl616

another chance by @mgparker

THE BEAR

— carmy berzatto.

all i ever knew, only you by @etherealising

PEAKY BLINDERS

— tommy shelby.

time after time by @all-mirth-no-matter

protection by @writers-hes

THE HUNGER GAMES

— finnick odair.

the drought of an ocean universe by @thewordswewrite

our song and dance by @mrs-kmikaelson

#fic recs #micaela's monthly recs #anthony lockwood x reader #nikolai lantsov x reader #steve harrington x reader #conrad fisher x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #peter parker x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #tommy shelby x reader #finnick odair x reader

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mistress-riddle · 4 months

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ever read a tom fic and you’re like ‘omg he’s how doing exactly what the reader wants, that’s insane⁉️’ and then you clock that he can read minds???

#ˋˏ mimi talks 😗 ˎˊ #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #happened to me rn #tommy got down on his knees and i was smirking #and then my face instantly dropped like this mf is IN our minds‼️‼️#he’s still sexy tho

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darkmagic-s · 2 years

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and i can't help that the devil likes to come and rest his little head

summary: Your sweet devil came back to you, declaring his love and now, you were both kneeling in front of each other, holding each other so lovingly.

When you heard the word 'devil', you didn't think of sharp horns and the colour red.

Instead, your own idea of devil came in green. Your devil was intelligent and handsome, with soft, curly hair.

Your own idea of a devil was Tom Riddle.

You knew of the evil deeds he had done, how he had framed Morfin Gaunt for the murder of the Riddle family and how he had ordered his Basilisk to kill that Ravenclaw girl. You knew of the dark magic that coursed through his veins.

He was cunning and determined. He wouldn't even think twice about using people for his own needs and throwing them aside once he had what he desired.

So, why were you still here?

It was a question you didn't want the answer to, in fear of driving him away, but it was a question that you couldn't help but to repeat in your mind. You doubted Tom would be happy upon hearing that question. You doubted that he would be overjoyed at the realisation that he didn't have a valid reason to keep you around besides—

Besides...

He had wordlessly pulled you closer, with his slender hands gripping your shoulders. He pressed your body against his, and you enjoyed how it felt so right. Despite him being whoever he was, this felt right. You didn't say a word when he moved his hands from your shoulders to sneak his arms around your waist. You didn't say a word when he rested his head against yours. You didn't say a word as you returned his embrace, noticing the way he exhaled, as if being in your arms had freed him from all his burdens.

You didn't say a word because you knew this was what he needed — you.

Whenever you thought of the why, it always ended up with the same reason. The same absurd reason. It was extremely absurd of you to even think that someone like Tom Riddle would even indulge himself in love, of all things.

A part of you hoped that he would, you really hoped that he would.

The signs were there, and everyone could see it. Everyone knew how he felt about you and how you felt about him, because it was obvious.

It was easy to notice his affection towards you when you would catch him staring at you more than once. He wouldn't even look away sometimes. He always looked as if he was trying to uncover something about you, to look into you deeper and more. It was easy to notice his affection towards you when he would randomly brush away the few strands of hair away from your face with the softest touch and when he would tuck your hair behind your ear whenever you were talking.

It seemed like he didn't know why he did what he did with you. Perhaps, he knew but he was scared to acknowledge it. It was funny to you, that you knew him more than he knew himself.

You waited for the day where he would acknowledge his own feelings for you, despite how impossible that would be.

As you stared at Tom planning out his ambitions and telling you about the world he envisioned, you were reminded once again that he wasn't for you.

You loved him, genuinely. You loved the thrill you felt whenever you were with him, you loved the danger of him and you loved that he was him. You even saw him as more, the Hogwarts prodigy, the perfect knowledgeable man and the gentleman who always treated you with the best care despite the things he had done.

You saw him as what he could be.

That was your problem.

He had stopped talking, and his attention was now on his book with his other hand holding yours. Your heart jumped at the his warmth now that you acknowledged it.

You pulled away.

He looked up instantly, staring at you curiously.

"What are we, Tom?" you whispered.

He blinked. "Why do you ask?"

"Can't I?"

"You were never bothered by us," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"That was before. It was fun before but now—" you swallowed, when you noticed his eyebrows furrowed. "Now, I've grown tired of it. You have a future planned out, and I have my own too."

He closed his book loudly, leaning closer to you. You could feel irritation coming off from him.

"And just what is your future?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"The future that I see?" you whispered. "One without you in it."

"You're leaving me?" he asked incredulously.

"I love you," you said, causing him to lean back, visibly startled at the three words that you had never said to each other, despite feeling it. "I do, and I've always been by your side with whatever you do."

You took his hand in yours. "I have a bright future for myself, everyone could see it, everyone says that, and I can't have that by staying with you, Tom. You know what you do, don't you?"

His jaw clenched. "This is about what I do? Do you want me to leave them all behind, then?"

"No," you said sharply. "I'm not asking you to change for me, I've accepted that it wasn't ever going to happen. I'm saying that I'm leaving you because our paths are different."

"You've accepted that it wasn't going to happen?" he laughed cruelly. "You've lost hope for me now?"

"Perhaps, I did," you replied, standing up. This wasn't going anywhere. You were supposed to just say it and leave him. "But why should you care? I'm not here to fix you, am I? That's not the reason you keep me around, is it?"

He pressed his lips into a thin line and you raised an eyebrow. "You were expecting me to fix you?"

"I know what I do is morally wrong, yet you never stopped me," he said quietly. "It was almost as if you liked me that way."

"Because I can't stop you."

"You never tried," he replied quickly, with a hint of desperation in his voice. What was he desperate for?

"It doesn't matter now," you hissed in irritation. He was making it harder for you. Could you even consider this a breakup if you were never officially together?

You stepped closer. "It doesn't matter now because I realise that as much as I love you, I'm in love with the idea of what you could be, not what you are right now."

"You..." you whispered. "You're an evil man, Tom. I wish you weren't. I wish you were the boy that everyone sees, that my parents approved of me to be with, that Slughorn speaks so highly of. Do you know how proud I am whenever he speaks of having connections in the Ministry and wanting to help you out in the future as soon as you get out of Hogwarts?"

You laughed humourlessly. "But you don't want that."

He whispered, "Your parents approved of me? Of us?"

"Again, it doesn't matter now," you replied sharply. You turned around and approached the door. As you held the doorknob, you said quietly, "I'm sorry that this conversation had to go this way. Goodluck with your Horcruxes, Tom. I know you'll succeed in being the greatest."

"I hope..." you continued. "I hope that I won't find myself facing the end of your wand one day."

A week had passed and you were glad to say that you were doing better. You did feel miserable after leaving him for good, but you started seeing on the brighter side. He wasn't meant for you and you weren't meant for him, no matter how much you thought you could change him.

He was your type, certainly. Intelligent, bad and cunning, but having him in your life wouldn't do you any good. You certainly had a thing for the broken things, but you knew the difference between fantasy and reality, and the reality was that he was going to stay that way.

Your friends had asked you what happened between you two. Other people did too, and even Slughorn, which was not surprising for you, considering he was Tom's biggest fan. You just chose to tell them that you both decided to take a break. You refused to tell them why.

You just hoped Tom was saying the same thing if he was asked these questions.

You did miss him, terribly. Seeing him everyday didn't help that feeling. You certainly did still love him, but you found other things to occupy yourself with, hence why you were doing better. Even when there were times you wished you never left him, it didn't matter and you didn't show it. Plus, you've always been good at pretending.

You were going to pretend until you actually feel fine and completely moved on from him, but you would catch him staring. Whenever you did, it was almost like nothing had changed. You hated that.

You weren't actually in love with him, were you?

Of course not, you loved the idea of him.

You loved that he was bad and powerful, that he was capable of things other people weren't.

You also loved that he treated you with care, listened to everything you told him and paid attention to everything you told him. You loved that he would remember things about you that you wouldn't expect anyone else to remember—Tom Riddle was never anyone else, was he?

Perhaps, you did love him, but you couldn't ignore the bad things he did and what he achieved to be.

You sighed as you closed the book you were reading. Despite that it had already been a week, not a day went by where you didn't think of him.

Weekends were usually your favourite time of the week, because you always had something planned, something to do. This week, however, something was different. Was it because most of your plans before usually involved him?

As you tucked your book under your arm, you bid goodbye to your friends, who cheerfully returned the gesture.

You noticed how their expression had suddenly changed to looking startled, how their gazes were now fixed on something behind you. You wanted to ask what was wrong, but your curiosity was answered when someone cleared their throat behind you.

When your name was uttered by the person behind you, by that certain someone, you felt that familiar feeling again. The thrill, the butterflies in your stomach and how your heart skipped a beat.

You turned around, meeting the gaze of Tom Riddle.

You noticed that you had gathered some attention from the people around you, but he didn't seem to mind. He looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face, but if you had to identify it, it would be anxiousness.

What would Tom Riddle be anxious for?

"Come with me," he said softly, stretching out a hand for you to take.

You glanced at his hand briefly and you couldn't help but to notice something was missing. Where's your ring, Tom?

"Please," he added urgently.

As you let your heart decide for you, you wordlessly took his hand.

You walked by his side through the many corridors and you were grateful to feel the warmth of his hand again, to feel his touch again. You didn't question him, you didn't want to.

To your surprise and horror, both of you stopped in the girl's bathroom.

You watched in fear as he murmured something in Parseltongue and you immediately retracted your hand as the entrance that led to Chamber of Secrets emerged. He turned to you, and you noticed that he was holding his diary in his other hand.

Your eyes flickered between the familiar entrance and him.

"I won't tell anyone about what you do," you whispered, stepping back.

He quickly held onto your wrist before you could take another step. "I'm not here to harm you. I would never even try to."

"Then why are we here?"

He slowly slid his hand down from your wrist to your hand, before letting it go and stepping closer to the entrance. "For you to change your mind."

He jumped down and you hurriedly stepped forward, watching his figure disappear into the darkness.

You were terrified, but your trust in him overpowered that fear.

You jumped.

You had clung onto him all the way to the Chamber, hands curled into fists and gripping onto his coat. Despite being here two to three times before with him, the pathway that led you to the Chamber would still scare you. You still remembered how you had jumped on Tom the first time you saw the Basilisk's shredded skin, thinking it was the actual thing. You also remembered how he had caught you effortlessly and tried his best to calm you down. Your heart jumped at the memory.

This was not how you expected your Sunday would go. What you expected was a Tom Riddle-less and Chamber of Secrets-less Sunday. Anything but your current situation.

You couldn't even stop the negative thoughts that were clouding your mind at the moment. He could easily kill you and leave you here, and no one would find you. He never harmed you before, and he just said that he would never even try, but you weren't together anymore. Things were different now.

Once again, you were pathetically hoping that he would change.

You let go of his coat once you both had entered the Chamber, slowly walking beside him now and resting a hand on your wand.

"Don't be so tense," he said, with a hint of amusement in his voice that got you offended.

"This is funny to you," you pointed out in disbelief.

"You have nothing to be afraid of. As long as I'm here, you have nothing to be afraid of," he said softly, with his voice now devoid of humour.

"You're not going to kill me?" you whispered, feeling slightly ridiculous now saying it out loud.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, as if you had just said something offensive to him. Perhaps it was indeed offensive.

"Is that what you think of me now?"

"I would dispose of me, if I were you."

"Fortunately for me, you are not me," he said, before looking at where you knew the Basilisk would be resting. "You know what to do, don't you?"

Despite your fear, you obeyed and immediately stood in front of him, facing him. "Why?" you asked urgently, afraid.

"I'm not letting it out for you," Tom murmured. "Please don't be so afraid."

You swallowed, once again placing your trust in him. You lowered your head and closed your eyes. Now that you had blocked out one sense, your hearing was heightened.

Tom was saying something in Parseltongue, and you heard the sound of the stone moving distantly behind you. You couldn't help but to step forward to where Tom was and grip onto his coat once again. You felt his hand on your back, rubbing it softly as an attempt to comfort you.

You heard something moving behind you and you wanted nothing more than to leave. Knowing that a historical beast was moving behind you, living, while you had your eyes closed was frightening.

Tom would protect you, right?

He said something in Parseltongue again and there was a few seconds of silence before he finally talked to you again.

"You can look now."

You slowly pulled away, hands still gripping onto his coat and lifted your head up to look at him, receiving a reassuring look in return. You turned around, flinching as soon as you set your eyes on the Basilisk, which had its deadly eyes closed.

"And why..." you swallowed. "Why is it here?"

"You said to me that..." he started, causing you to look back at him. "You told me that you love me."

You blinked, startled. "I did."

"Do you, still, love me?" he asked softly.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes," he said firmly. "Because I love you."

You sputtered and let go of him in surprise. "What are you trying to do?"

"Stay with me. Come back to me," he said, almost desperately. "Come back to me and I will leave everything behind. In fact, right now—this diary, my very first Horcrux, I will destroy it right here."

He said desperately, while holding up his Horcrux to show you. "I can be what you want me to be, just come back to me."

"This is quite rushed," you said softly. "Why are you giving up your dreams for one person? What happens when you regret it?"

"I won't regret it," he said firmly, jaw clenching. "You are not just one person. You're my person, who stayed with me throughout everything, made me feel the things I didn't expect to feel and—you understand me more than anyone else."

"So, please," he whispered. "Tell me... do you still love me?"

You nodded. "With my whole heart."

"Can I be yours—again?"

You nodded again, unable to find any words.

He looked down at his diary, with his thumb softly caressing the cover, treating his soul so lovingly.

"You said your parents approved of me," he whispered. "I couldn't stop thinking about that. I also couldn't stop thinking about how... how you said you love me. It hurt me when you said that you hoped you wouldn't be facing the end of my wand one day. It hurt me that it even crossed your mind. It hurt me more that—if I continue on this path, there's a possibility that that might happen."

"One whole week without you," he continued. "It made me feel like how life was before I met you—empty. I always thought having power would fill that void, but it seemed that... it only widened it."

"Until you," he said, looking back up at you. "I never felt empty with you, I realised."

He then threw the book behind you, causing you to turn around and look at where it landed, right in front of the Basilisk. You almost jumped, as you had forgotten that the beast was still there.

"The Basilisk's venom is quite deadly," he stated, looking at his diary on the floor. "Tell me this is worth it."

You turned to him and told him the truth without hesitation. "It's worth it, Tom. We're worth it."

You looked up at him longingly, and placed a hand on his cheek, loving the way his eyes fluttered at your touch. He then spoke in Parseltongue for the Basilisk, despite still looking at you.

You heard the movements behind you, and you refused to look. You found that it was better to look into his eyes, until—

"Tom?!" you exclaimed, when he fell forward to you and groaned in pain.

You tried to hold him up, and you gasped as he fell to his knees, still moaning in pain.

"Tom!"

"It's—" he choked out. "The soul—"

You bit your lip, feeling useless now knowing that there was nothing you could do to ease his pain. Seeing him in pain was a new sight to you and you hated how it hurt your heart to see him like this, the usually composed Tom Riddle, kneeling on the floor in pain.

You chose to pull his head to your shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck in hopes that your embrace would make him feel better.

It wasn't until a few moments later you realised that he wasn't groaning in pain anymore, only letting out heavy breaths on your shoulder. He lifted his head, resting his chin on your shoulder as he said something in Parseltongue. Behind you, you heard a movement, then water splashing slightly and finally, the sound of the stone again. The Basilisk was gone now.

You pulled away and cradled his face gently. He looked at you tiredly and wrapped his fingers around your wrists.

"I've already destroyed the ring yesterday," he said softly, with his thumb caressing the back of your hand affectionately. "The diary was the last one. I wanted to be with you when destroying it, especially after finding out how painful it was."

Your eyes burned and you blinked your eyes several times. You couldn't help the tears that pooled up in your eyes. You tried so hard to pretend that you were completely over him, but then your sweet devil came back to you, declaring his love and now, you were both kneeling in front of each other, holding each other so lovingly.

"You're mine again," you chuckled, as a tear fell from your eye.

"I am," he confirmed.

You sniffled and laughed, earning a small smile from him.

"I've missed your touch," he whispered. "It always feels right being touched by you. It makes me feel..."

"Loved?" you supplied.

"Loved," he nodded, seemingly coming to terms with it. "Do you feel the same way?"

"All the time, with you."

He licked his lips. "Tell me—what is your future?"

You tilted your head, brushing his hair back gently. "One with you in it."

He sighed in relief, as his hands found their way to your waist to pull you closer. When he pressed his lips against yours and moved them passionately, you agreed wholeheartedly, it felt right.

When he pulled away, he didn't hesitate to rest his head on your shoulder with his eyes closed, finding comfort in your embrace. You smiled to yourself, seeing your devil in such vulnerability that only you could see.

#i am so in love with you tommy #title from hermit the frog by marina #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle fic #harry potter

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Tom Riddle headcanons!!

because lately i've been thinking about this tragic little human <3

tw: mention of torture as a topic

first of all I wanted to clarify that in this there's no Voldemort, no interest in practicing dark magic, just a teen who goes to Hogwarts soo... :)

proud slytherin. no matter how much other people can say 'slytherin = bad' he just doesn't care, he will not argue with you if you think or say that cause he will find it pointless

I don't now where I read this, but if I'll find it I will tag the person who said this before me: he has autism!!

which means he is not a very social person, and he has little/no friends

and he is deeply attached to an object/topic

the topic in question is dark magic

he doesnt want to practice it, he just finds the whole thing interesting

which deeply concerns professors

he knows everything. about horcruxes, the three unforgivable curses, origin and all

he simply thinks that knowledge is knowledge

IF HE READS?!?! OH DAMN

i strongly believe he has one hell of a library in his dorm

the most dramatic myths ever? knows them

he's just a nerd

read books about t0rture, c0mmunism, n@zism, because knowledge is knowledge

also reads light books of course i dont want to scare you

maths is not his thing

like yes he's good at it but he doesnt really care

did i say hes dramatic?

and an absolute pessimist

since i do not believe that his hair is like that just because it is, he HAS to have a hair routine (DROP IT TOM)

has an infinite collection of bookmarks

no person is allowed to touch his books

doesnt write on books even with pencils

listens to DRAMATIC classical music

EXAMPLE

(also y'all have to teach me how to put spotify songs with the blue rectangle cuz i dont have a clue on how)

JUST THE START

Idk it reminds me of him (and regulus but this is not about him)

this goes against the fact that he's dramatic, but i think that in a relationship he would be a good-old fashioned lover boy

flowers, love letters, POEMS, kissing in the rain, handing you his jacket when you're cold

and of course he wears suits

NOT a sports kid

mf doesn't know a single sport

he just learned how to swim

that's it

is defo the kind of person who is SOSOSOSOSO SKINNY

He's skeptical af on food

like i believe he's a picky eater

and i dont think he eats a lot

like he will go through the day with some coffees, some water, breakfast and a snack in the afternoon

is always gentle doing anything

when he's mad he's even more mad that he can't throw anything because then he would be even more angry that it got broken

has NO PHYSICAL FORCE AT ALL

Like his arms are spaghetti

im sorry but imo he's short

like 1.70 cm (5'5''-5'6'')

which is not really short

I CANT SEE HIM AS A TALL BEING

will not admit it but hates the sea

like as long as he can reach with his feet the "land" below then it's no problem

if he can't he'll try to act cool and say he's tired and immediately get out of the sea

it gives him a sense of pure confusion because he doesnt know what he could run into

which annoys him

because when he cant know something it hurts him physically emotionally psychologically

he knows plenty of languages

english, french, latin, russian and german

why?

because it's cool

also knows how to play the piano and the flute and the viola

"never judge a book by its cover" he does exactly the opposite

especially with books he judges the book by the cover, if he likes the cover he'll like the book too

and people can gain his interest only at first sight

he hates how lots of people can easily change their opinions as long as their group/loved ones have a different opinion

or how people always follow the crowd

people who judge mudbloods just because they're mudbloods are too stupid for him

i think we all know that he is THE teachers' pet

he's the Hermione of his generation

which means that while there are plenty of people with their hands raised the only one who will be listened to is tom

is a MANIAC in cleaning

his bed and his overall room is always tidy af

he hates getting his uniform dirty

he has plenty of nightmares about his past

which he never talks about with anyone

is the kind of person to have 4 or 5 cats

he is absolutely quiet

i got a strong feeling that this man was bullied before hogwarts at the orphanage

he has a cute little stuffed animal in really bad shape which he has from his years at the orphanage and it's hidden at the end of his wardrobe

he strongly despises children because he doesn't have a clue how to deal with them

acts like he has patience

lacks patience

in a modern au, the only thing he'd have going to school would be a black pen

not because he didnt care or was too lazy to get other things but because he didnt find having 3985729947 pens and highliters necessary

dada would be boring for him because out of curiosity he would've already learned most of the spells or wtv

i dont remember if i said it but quidditch is NOT something he likes

or just flying on a broom in general

(remus lupin behavior)

(I had to say it)

studying consists in him burying his face in the books for like 4 or 5 hours straight (my man has some serious issues)

you could tell im completely delusional because he became a killer and nothing's good-old fashioned lover boy about canon him but oh well🥰

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