Exposing Riddle

Exposing Riddle

summary: reader is in a silly goofy mood and annoys tom out of bored.

y’all idk what this is, its kind of all over but that’s just how i write, enjoy xx <3

you shut your book close, deciding to to a break from the novel. another love triangle, great. it’s all fun and games until she chooses the wrong person. you were a sucker for romantic stories, but it was cliche times like these where you could see where tom was coming from when he’d roast you and your literature selections.

“more garbage i assume.” he startles you, nearly causing the stack to slip from your hands. a knee goes up to instinctively catch them. but tom is quicker, smoothly removing the books from your hands and continues to walk alongside you.

“oh shut it riddle, not everyone gravitates toward expository text covering musty artifacts.” you retort, trying to hide your blushed cheeks. tom gave a small amused smile at your failure, ironically also trying to hide his reaction.

“yo tom” nose buried in the book resting on his slightly bent knees, he hums.

“tom. tommy. tomothy.” you called out hoping for a more interesting response, only to receive the same thing.

curious, you roll onto your back and sit up on the common room sofa, eyeing him.

crisp, ironed straight uniform, polished shoes, and not a curl out of place. of course. even sitting on the carpeted floor, back against the opposing sofa, he looked so elegant and perfect.

a ball of paper hits his forehead and lands onto the page he was reading. with the most blank expression on his face he looks up at you.

“yes?”

“i’m bored” he sighs patiently and returns to his book.

many wondered how the pair of you became friends. he seemed to not like spending much time with other people besides his slytherin boys, but their relationships felt very business like. on rare occasions you wondered the same thing. perhaps it was second year when you jinxed abraxas when he made a remark on toms uniform that was a bit too large on him. you didn’t know tom, and he didn’t know you, but you and malfoy knew each other. your guys’ beef traced back to toddler years when your mother made you play with him while her and narcissa socialized in the tea room.

“that is quite the problem you have on your hands, (y/l/n).” he turns the page in his book. you groan dramatically and an amused smile hides behind the Sacred 28 History book propped up in his lap.

wait a minute.

your eyes furrow.

He was reading that book last thursday, meaning he should have already finished it two days ago.

“didn’t you read that book already?” you almost missed the way his body froze intensely.

“no.” lies.

you can tell by the way he paused.

you slowly rise to your feet and walk over to him. but tom already knows he’s caught and he accepts his fate. sitting on the couch behind him you read a few lines over his shoulder. unlike tom, you were too distracted to realize how close you guys were at that moment.

“she put on her scuffed Converse…the sound of his loud motorcycle engine…- hey this isn’t Sacred 28!” you jump up nearly knocking your knee to the side of your head. you pull the book from his hands and tap your wand on the cover, revealing it’s true title. you turn your head and look at him with your mouth agape.

in shock you don’t know if you want to laugh or be mad.

“tom, i thought you didn’t like my books” you question, crossing your arms over your chest. he looks up at you like a stubborn teenager getting lectured. a funny sight to see.

“i didnt” he says evenly. you wanted to go on about the subject, but you felt that he was already embarrassed.

“anyway, it’s dinner time let’s go” you change the subject offering a hand to help pull him up, though he didn’t need it.

the walk was silent between you two despite the many voices bouncing off the corridor walls. you break the silence.

“okay but team malek or team maverick?”

tom looks at you curiously. nervousness rose in you. too soon?

merlin knows the typical teenage boy ego, and then some, because it was tom.

“maverick of course.”

Thursday 7:37 am

theo: y’all not me blowing up the girls restroom 7 am 😭

draco: boy what did you eat 💀

blaise: that’s nasty bro you’re going to azkaban

myrtle: i literally died all over again thanks 😐

goyle: bubble guts do be real tho 😳

you: wait why the girls restroom

tom riddle is in the hospital wing (t.m.r.)

“no not there,” you hint. avery moves his hand and hovers his quill over another free space on his paper.

“no” moves again.

“nope…no…not there either- you didn’t study your constellations did you?” you confront. the slytherin boy redraws from his mapping and shakes his head shamefully.

“it’s okay, take a look at mine.” you say patiently, digging in your bag. before you can place your parchment on the table, the sound of panting comes into ear shot.

and it gets louder. and louder, and louder. until a flustered malfoy comes to a running halt at the head of your table.

“t…” he exhales, leaning down on his knees. “t-to…” he puts up his pointer finger as he catches his breath.

you and avery look at each other curiously.

“speak, will you?” lestrange pushes impatiently, wanting to get back to his divination assignment.

“tom riddle is in the hospital wing.” he finally says.

“okay and?”

“what? is he okay?”

the two other boys give you a quirked eyebrow. they questioned your reaction, since you “held no concern for the arrogant, stupidly charming prodigy”.

“potions accident,” abraxas addressed your question, ignoring his other housemates’ response, “first year blew up her makeup assignment while he was doing a side project after school.”

at this the other three all gave an equally concerned expression.

that could not be good. for anyone.

“well,” the blonde clapped his hands together. his tone holding a positive tone, a contrast to the news he had just delivered. “you should visit him (y/l/n).”

you rolled your eyes at his mischievousness. you had 99 problems, and apparently asking abraxas malfoy to keep a secret is indeed one of them.

“it’s fairy flu season. the matron won’t let unnecessary visitors in unless you’re escorting someone in.” avery said honestly, earning a not so subtle stomp on the foot by lestrange.

“oh well there you go, looks like i can’t go.” you smile innocently, mentally thanking avery for his obliviousness.

“no, no, i have an idea.” lestrange put down his quill, you and malfoy looking at each other at your friends sudden undivided attention.

“what is it-“ before avery could finish, a fist goes flying and his head whips to the side. a gasp escaped your lips and malfoy’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“there’s your ticket in,” lestrange says shaking his hand. avery sits up revealing a bloody nose that was sure to be broken or at least fractured. “quidditch accident.”

<< dad/husband tom

I have a request, if they’re open ofc.

Reader coming home after a day of work to find Tom in a princess dress with a tiara having a tea party with their daughter

that is very cute ( also @pearlstiare I'll be adding your request to this since it's quite similar to what you want. )

𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.

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➡ pairing : tom riddle x afab! reader.

➡ genre : fluff, humour, gen.

➡ request : Hello my darling girl i don’t know if you have u request open but if is not u can ignore this or save it for later, anyways i was wondering if u could write something about Tom Riddle x Wife Reader and they life and maybe them having kid, just some fluff in general I’m a sucker for happy endings 🤍 that all And I’m sorry if I misspelled something English is not my first language 💌

➡ content/warning(s) : wife! reader, implications of divorce? afab! daughter.

➡ summary : work was tiring but going home happened to have an energising reward you didn't know of.

➡ masterlist.

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you leaned back in your seat at your desk watching as the paperwork decreased at a snails pace, the entire process today felt more tiring than ever; especially since you hadn't had a winks sleep in about 3 days. though you were determined to finish the whole thing by today, you decided it would be better to take it with you and finish it in the comfort of your home.

you checked the time and sighed at the fact that probably everyone at the ministry were off hours and your were one of the few that remained, which was normal since you'd done it often in the past but you'd promised yourself that you'd spend more time with your beloved family and so you picked up your work, placed it in a bag and apparated home.

opening the door to your house, you didn't expect to see your daughter awake but the sight you were met with as you reached her room was something that had you summoning a camera.

you'd never thought in your life that you'd see the great, intimidating, 6'4 tom riddle sitting all squashed on a child's chair, tiara sitting perfectly ontop of his head with a bejeweled teacup sitting in his hand, pinky up with alot of plushies contrasting his colour palette which happened to be all black. an adoring smile was placed on his face as he watched your 2 year old babble on about something that you didn't have a clue on. you quickly snapped a picture for the memories before putting it away and joining them, long forgetting about your small pile of paperwork.

"you're having a tea party without your mummy?" you asked as you picked the girl up from her seat and she squealed happily as you tickled her and peppered her face with kisses.

"don't tell me you're picking favorites." you tried to hold a stern face as you looked at her but failed when she gave you a smile, her baby fat cheeks glowing in the glowing lights set in the room.

"you're lucky you're cute." you pinched her cheek as you propped her on your hip.

"and you mr. riddle." you called upon the man who had started to tip toe away and had reached the door as you were cooing over your pretty daughter "where do you think you're going?"

he halted in his movements and turned around slowly with a sarcastic smile on his face "nowhere at all, just closing the door because of a cold draft I got." giggling erupted in the room as you now took a good look at your husband who tried to look cool with overly blushed cheeks and a tiara.

"you know tom," you say as you take a seat on the chair your little girl was previously sitting on and placing her on your lap as she played with your hair "I always thought you were a prince or something but I think a princess would be more befitting."

"you do know I'm always capable of getting a new wife right?" he asked as he tucked his hands into his pocket and walked over to take a seat in front of you.

"with those looks? yes." you responded "but with that bitter personality of yours? good luck finding one that stays."

tom shook his head and picked up his teacup and started sipping on it not without forgetting to raise his pinky up in the air which caused you to erupt into another fit of laughter along with your daughter.

"we should do this more often, tom, you really seem to be within your element, doesn't he bub?" your daughter nodded and left your lap, waddling towards her father who picked her up and placed her on his, the girl cupped his face and muttered "very pretty."

"indeed he is."

a small smile could be found on tom's face which he hid by holding his little girl closer to his visage "how was work for you?" he asked as you munched on a slice of the cake infront of you.

"same old, though I brought some paperwork with me to finish today." you sighed at the thought of facing those papers and tom took notice of it

"do you want to go to sleep princess?" tom asked the girl who was leaning against his shoulder and playing with the collars of his shirt. she nodded tiredly as she rubbed her eyes cutely causing riddle to ruffle her hair.

"I'll put her to bed and you go take a shower." tom ordered as he set away the table and tidied up the room, picking up your daughter with one arm and the other one offering you support to hold onto.

"fine but did you have dinner?"

"I'm not incompetent."

"well obviously, if you were I wouldn't have married you." you chuckled as you walked towards the bathroom.

the shower soothed your aching muscles and when you left it you felt all refreshed and so; once you got into your room, you were about to finish the rest of your work when tom handed you your little two year old.

"she didn't want to sleep in her room so, she's going to sleep with us." he stated and dragged you to to your shared bed "you can complete your work tomorrow."

you were about to protest when you heard the whines of your daughter as she wrapped her hands around your neck and fixed herself in your arms "you set her up for this didn't you?" tom shrugged as he pulled up the duvet and set himself on the bed.

"come on, it's past her bed time." you rolled your eyes as you carefully set her drowsy body in the middle of the bed and then got on after her, the little girl curled up to your side before tom pulled the two you closer so that you were now cuddling into your child who fell into dreamland quickly due to the warmth and comfort provided by her parents.

"good night, dear."

"good night, love."

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Wednesday 2:45 pm

draco: mum can you get me more purple shampoo while you’re out pls ❤️

you: umm

blaise: i freaking knew it dude

nott: wrong chat

crabbe: sorry i haven’t been texting guys i got my tablet taken away

adrian: it was fake?!

>> dobby has left the chat >>

you: so much is happening right now

Wednesday 3:06 pm

draco: so no?

but those two hate each other (t.m.r.)

malfoy: i dee heru

nott: what?

malfoy: i seer herj

nott: english malfoy

malfoy: I SAID I SEE HER

incoming call from nott

abraxas huffed in annoyance and accepted the call. he balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear, immediately bringing both hands back to the broom handle.

“yes?!”

“me-oww someone is in a feisty mood.” the blonde rolled his eyes.

“well it’s kind of hard texting while flying 300 feet in the sky!”

“tsk tsk,” nott tutted, “well, what do you see?”

“umm…” malfoy levitated the binoculars to his eyes. “I see (y/n)….and….AND RIDDLE!” he screamed, nearly dropping both devices.

“what?!” not said equally surprised.

“wait is that malfoy?” lestrange sounded from the background. “didn’t i tell you guys to leave (y/n) alone? if she doesn’t want to study with us she doesn’t want to study with us.”

“so sneaking around with tom riddle is better than hanging out with us?”

“what?! those two hate each other—put the phone on speaker.” lestrange instructs.

“are they dueling or fighting, malfoy? because i will hex that curly headed f…”

but abraxas wasn’t listening. he was too intrigued by the sight of tom and his friend being in the same room not trying to tear each other’s heads off.

“they’re talking…civilly…” he says to himself, squinting into the binoculars. (y/n) said something, and tom seemed to disagree, crossing his arms over his chest.

“talking?” nott asked in confusion, snapping the broom flyer out of his trance.

the (h/c) girl turned away, only for riddle to grab your arm and pull you toward him, connecting your guy’s lips.

“OH MY MERLIN THEYRE KISSING!”

“WHAT?!” but there was no time to elaborate.

an odd sound flew past abraxas’ right ear. then it flew the opposite direction past his left ear. it was the sound of flapping.

it was a bat.

“they’re kissing??!!” his friends exclaimed.

“whaa-“ he swerved on his broom, swatting the animal away. his binoculars dropping in the process making him curse.

“abraxas what is happening?” reinhard asked.

“its…it’s…a bat!” he said in between swats.

the two boys on the other end heard the creatures shrieking, and their friend’s too as a matter of fact.

“it’s pecking at me now!” the boy squealed, trying to sneak a squint at the window again only to find them gone.

“it’s probably the pumpkin pasties in your pocket!” nott spoke loudly over the commotion.

“what?!”

“i put them in your pocket in case you got hungry after practice!” he explained, earning a judgmental look from reinhard.

after what seemed like hours of wrestling, malfoy was finally able to retrieve the pastry and throw it like a frisbee, the bat chasing it like an obedient dog.

letting out a sign in relief, which only lasted for a second, his hand slipped forward causing him to lose balance.

caught off guard, abraxas screamed his way down the 300 feet. his friends on the other end hearing his cry get quieter and louder. quieter and louder, as him and the phone fell in and out of sync. the slytherin began to say his final prayers.

“dear merlin, or sky, or constellations, or whatever my grandparents believe in. i’m sorry i put hair dissolve in avery’s shampoo and for being a shitty quidditch player. please let my parents know i-“

by miracle, malfoys body came to a half before his face could meet the earth. his body levitating inches above the ground.

when he looked up to thank his savior, he was met with an expressionless tom holding his wand out and a disappointed (y/n).

“well hello, tom. come here often?” he grinned, before his body hit the ground with a thud.