Got Beef? (t.m.r.)

got beef? (t.m.r.)

I am back hello. I moved on campus and girlbossed too close to the sun. Anyway this is unedited and kinda cray. 

summary: tom and y/n are called to the headmasters office when their son gets into an altercation

“that is preposterous. i demand a refund now!” you demand dramatically, banging your fist on dumbledores desk. the sheer force of your theatrics causing his cup of butterscotch wrapped candies to topple over.

the old man sighs and flicks his wand restoring its position. he looks up again but this time eyes looking through his half moon spectacles at your husband.

“some things never change do they riddle?” he comments on your emotional response. but in all honesty dumbledore was amused, he missed your student days when he had to fight a smile whenever you got in trouble over stupid things in his class and had the most interesting of ways retelling the story.

“i suppose not” tom gently pulls you back to your seat, keeping his hand wrapped around your forearm comfortably. you looked down at the gold band on his finger and the tension in your body suddenly left.

“…through sickness and health, richer and poorer…” tom recited, sliding the ring onto your finger. a chester cat smile grew in your face as you did the same.

“now you’re trapped with me…” you whispered.

“what was that?” the priest asked. but tom was unfazed he was used to your bs by now.

“well back to the matter…” headmaster clears his throat. “as i was saying, your son may be looking at suspension-”

“sir, i remember students would always hex each other. you know how young boys are.” tom defended.

“ah but see, tommy hilfiger riddle didn’t hex anyone.”

“i don’t understand-“

“it was a physical altercation. more specifically, he struck another student in the nose...”

“wonder where he learned that from…” tom mumbled, earning a jab to the ribs causing him to jump.

“good for nothing mudblood!”

“hey orion…” the boy stopped his stalking away and turned.

“what mudblood?”

“do you happen to be hungry?” he looked at you skeptic, then grinning looking at his friends who were joshing him. all except tom riddle, who was watching you curiously.

“why (y/l/n) going to make a sandwich-“

“nah but i got beef!” you pop him square in the face, the crunch sound echoing the halls, a grin playing on toms face.

“can we at least talk to the parents? i’m sure they will understand-“

“mum!” the door burst open, your eleven year old carbon copy of his father ran to you for a hug. the warm moment dissolved when you remembered why you were there in the first place.

“the child was lucius malfoy.”

“son of a—tom do you know what this means? his father is-“

“where is the boy?” a man bellowed entering the door. Wow so many interruptions today.

tom sat up straighter in his seat as your son ran behind you. platinum blonde hair…and an expensive ass robe…you must be a malfoy!

“it’s been a while abraxas.” your husband stood up and went toe to toe with the old classmate. clearly sizing each other up. oh, men 🙄. tom stuck out his hand and grinned at the couple of inches he had on malfoy. the blonde sneered, accepting the handshake anyway.

his blue eyes moved, landing on you, his schoolboy crush, barely even noticing the little one gripping your arm. he smirked. smirked.

“(y/n)…always knew you’d be a milf-“

your eyes grew wide, but only doubled in size when toms fist flew across his face. your son looked up to see your reaction, in which you looked back at him with a smirk.

summary: early on in their relationship, reader is still a little shy around thomas thee stallion.

“may i see your notes ?” tom asked as he began to pack up. you stopped dead in your tracks, caught off guard.

“um…”

“i missed the last part she mentioned about the life line when palm reading.” he reasoned.

your divinations professor sipped her tea in the background, knowing dang well her lesson was not on palm reading that day. but you didn’t know that, and neither did the head boy. you were off doodling, while he was distracted staring at you from across the class.

“ah, i didn’t write any…” you excused, avoiding eye contact.

“don’t be silly, i saw you jotting down notes,” he grinned slightly, then stopped when he realized what he said.

professor poured more tea into her cup.

wanting to move past his slip up, he gently grabbed your books from you, hoisting them up on top of his. why were you acting so suspicious?

the salazar heir took your parchment sticking out from its spot wedged into your divinations book.

“oh” he said awkwardly, eyeing your page sized sketch of a cat.

“yeah…” you say embarrassed.

“well at least add some whiskers”

draco: “you’re a whore go wear your whore makeup you whore…”

harry: “is anybody in there?”

draco: “occupado!”

bro in 2014-2016 i read a reader/ocxdraco fanfic that was more of a comedy than romance it was pretty cannon except for the fact that the reader/oc shot voldemort during the battle of hogwarts cuz her evil stepdad was working with him or something…idk i can’t find it and wish i could reread it for the memories. is there an account or site where people help look for hp fanfics?

diary of a witchy kid (t.m.r.)

summary: tomothy chalamets diary falls into the wrong hands…or maybe even the right ones… 

happy new years eve/new years! be safe out there. this blog is only four months old and I have enjoyed my stay so far. thank you for the encouraging messages and post appreciations y'all send! omg I can now say I have internet friends because growing up my immigrant parents wouldn't let me have any ahdkfhsfhs 

here’s my attempt at a little more serious fic but it’s not sad or anything just leaning more toward early scheming/taking over the world tom who can’t identify what a crush is ^.^

when avery dropped the book on the table, your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull. tom had a diary? in unison, lestrange, nott, and abraxas moved back in their chairs as if it were a bomb.

“avery what the bloody f*ck?” the blonde looked up at him, “what do you think you’re doing with that thing?”

“i can feel the evil oozing out of its pages…” nott whispered dramatically, grabbing onto reinhard lestranges robes while eyeing the book. you stared at the inanimate item innocently sitting in the middle of the study table. black leather. gold letters of tom marvolo riddle branded as its title. it wasn’t cracking with electricity around it, it didn’t open up to have teeth like the monster book of monsters, and there was no aura around it indicating a hex. why was everyone treating it like a cursed item?

“i thought you lot might’ve been more amused.” averys excited grin had vanished long ago. “there’s got to be hundreds of secrets-“

“except this is toms diary,” lestrange reminded, lightly pulling nott of of him to readjust his collar. “he’ll kill us if he catches us.“

you have never talked to the man the myth the legend one on one. you were new to the school this year, new to slytherin, but he didn’t seem to mind you as an addition to the group, though he never went out of his way to talk to you either. you assumed that being second ranked and distantly related to nott made you tolerable. consequently, your knowledge of tom was small. he was quiet, kept to himself, somewhat dark, and seemed to have a dominant presence over your new friends.

“when who catches you?” a flat voice appeared behind abraxas. your instincts reactively changing the diary into another book. hopefully he didn’t notice.

“merlin, he moves like a prius…” you mumbled to yourself.

“when uh…ravenclaw uh…catches these hands the next match!” nott grinned nervously. your eyes shifted toward your second cousin, curious to see how a situation like this would play out.

“ah, yes, the last one was,” lestrange coughed, “not our best.” the most recent ravenclaw game ended with avery in the hospital wing when a bludger dislocated his shoulder. rather than guarding, he was lost in a trance staring at athena lovegood smiling and waving at him in the stands. 

you watched the boys intently, dead still in their seats, anxious about the little leather book mocking them as it sat idly on the wooden surface. what was so terrifying about him?

tom didn’t respond. luckily for them, he didn’t care about quidditch. the tension is everyone’s shoulders relaxed as he turned around and ran his fingers along the spines of the books.

“i see…” he said dryly. in a panick abraxas snatched the diary off the table and tossed it to avery.

“put it back where you found it,” he whispered.

“no way, he’ll skin me!” avery deflected the task to nott, throwing it to him. nott gripped it by its spine as he glanced over his shoulder to tom who was distracted by the shelf, flipping through one of the books.

“oh hell no!” he passed it to lestrange, but before it could even land from its flight in the air, the slytherin flicked his wand, sending the book into your chest.

“no!” your arms wrapped around it instinctively, the force nearly knocking you out of the wooden chair. not sure what to do, you shoved the diary under your jumper. why did they have to involve you?

“is something wrong, (y/l/n)?” tom asked, returning the book to its spot. you froze on the spot. it might’ve been the first time he had acknowledged you by name.

“no.” you responded.

“then why did you say no?”

“me? i didn’t say that.” riddle quirked an eyebrow at you. to the average persons eye, you were your average teenage girl—good grades, gets along well with peers, but there was something else. and it wasn’t just your grades. you were effortlessly likeable by peers, charming even. professors liked calling on you and offering you more challenging work, treatment only tom received. yet of all the groups you could have inserted yourself in, you chose his. and they gladly accepted you. why? something was different, off even, but he didn’t look into it because it didn’t seem to pose as a threat. deep down, you reminded tom of himself and he didn't know how to feel about it.

“i am confident you did.”

“oh, it’s because lestrange asked if i’d be his girlfriend, so i said no.” the corner of your mouth twitched in amusement. it wasn’t much, but seeing reinhard lestrange get flustered was revenge in it of itself.

“is that true, lestrange?” tom asked.

“….yes…” he sighed in defeat, sending a deathly glare your way.

“tough…” the salazar heir tsk’d, nearly letting a grin slip at the thought of you rejecting lestrange.

*.*.*.*

the following days were surpringly not awful. tom didn’t seem to notice his missing diary, and if he did you weren’t a suspect. you didn’t know exactly what to do with it. slipping into the head boys room and placing it in a “misplaced” area was stupid. tom didn’t seem like the person to misplace things, so he would definitely get suspicious— that is if he didn’t already sense someone forcefully entered his dwelling. avery claimed that he found the diary wedged in one of toms unattended textbooks during a late night study session. surely, you could put it back into one of his books if you got close enough. you just had to get the timing right.

while you waited for that window, you read the diary. accidentally, that is.

the third day after the hot potato journal in the library, your elbow knocked over your stack of books while writing your divinations essay, the book fell open.

june 22

i hate coming back here every summer…

no, this is wrong... you shut the diary and think for a minute. 

to read this is public that is. 

you have never ran to your room so quick, which was fortunately empty.

june 22

i hate coming back here every summer. the moment i step into wools orphanage i search for the nearest spoon to kill myself with.

yikes, starting off strong i see.

june 23

madam spinsky has me washing the floorboards like orphan annie. my welcome back present from “my vacation” at “boarding school”.

june 25

abraxas has invited me to the stay at the manor. his father will take care of my transportation. maybe i’ll put the spoon down for this summer.

each entry was short, but enough to put together the important parts of tom riddle. he was an orphan, a master charismatic, and most importantly-- wizard prodigy whose talents went beyond hogwarts curriculum. he seemed to always be scheming, sought after something larger. but rather than be frightened, you were intrigued.

september 1

there is a new girl. she is attractive.

you shut the book close, eyes wide. you look up finding a 5’5 brown haired girl in pajamas.

“janey, hi,” you say breathlessly. how long has your roommate been standing there? what time was it?

“are you alright, (y/n)? you’re sweating.” she stared in concern. her eyes fell to the book in your hands, smartly disguised as a romance novel. your eyes followed.

“steamy chapter,” you grin sheepishly. not the proudest of lies you have ever told, but it did the trick.

“oh, right…” she smiles awkwardly, cheeks going red. janey proceeded to slip under covers and kill the light in her bedside lantern. from the corner of the room you were sitting in you looked around and realized your two other roommates were also fast asleep.

the next day you went to the one person you could trust.

“what the bloody hell-“ nott cursed as he felt something grip onto his ankle. “oh sh-“ he was cut off by his fall to the ground and screamed as he was dragged underneath the table.

“(y/n)! you lunatic! you ever think of contacting me, i don’t know… literally any other way?” he exhaled.

“yeah yeah whatever, i’m hiding from riddle remember. anyway, look at this…” you opened the diary.

october 4

myrtle elizabeth warren grinds my gears.

you flipped forward a couple of pages as your cousins eye brows furrowed at the sheets of paper.

october 14

(y/n) (y/l/n) did wandless magic when she thought she was alone. she might be of use.

“this one,” you pointed to the entry. “what does it mean?” nott moved closer, taking the book and bringing it up to a more comfortable eye level.

“(y/n), this page is blank.”

“hardy har har you’re a real jester, nott.” you rolled your eyes. but the concerned look on his face told you he wasn’t joking. you took the diary back and looked down at the words that were 100% there. not worried, you flipped through the pages. they were all filled.

“they’re all blank. i believe you, but i don’t see anything.” well at least he didn’t think you were crazy.

“interesting…” you whisper to yourself. returning the book was pushed even further in the back of your mind. it was one thing to want to avoid tom because of a school boy crush, but another if he was plotting something and wanted you involved.

that night you were finishing the last two weeks of entries. tom had stopped writing five days prior to Avery taking it. he talked about a chamber, but didn’t go into detail. despite feeling like you have gotten to know tom on a deeper level that any other student has (with exception to his friends), it still felt like the diary was reserved. it seems that tom riddle didn’t even trust himself enough. rightfully so i guess, because what has two thumbs and read the whole thing? this guyyy...

after october 28, the last entry, you turned the page. just cuz.

give it back

ummm that doesn’t make sense. maybe we’re seeing things. you flipped the page back to october 28, then back to the next.

the ink seemed to be appearing as if an invisible hand were writing.

i know you have it, whoever you are

with that, you shut the diary and put all your books in your enchanted bag, slinging it over your shoulder. the diary was where it always was—tucked in your waistband under your jumper. you swiftly made your way out of the back of the library scanning your path as you walked briskly.

“you…” a voice spoke from down the corridor. your head whipped to the left seeing a very familiar head boy stalking his way toward you. you were lost in shock, the library door closing with a thud woke you up.

“expelliarmus!” you waved your hand sending the wand flying out of his hand, anticipating that he might stun you. distracted for half a second from astonishment, you made a run for it. your mary janes pounded the stone floor as you sprinted down the corridor. you were sure riddle went to retrieve his wand, giving you a few seconds as a head start. but soon enough, you heard his footsteps coming after you.

“(y/l/n)!” your heart was beating in your ears as you felt your abdomen burn. the sensation grew to your chest as you pumped your legs even farther. eventually you found yourself heading toward the astronomy tower. “stop running!” you could sense him getting closer.

“expelliarmus!” the clink of the wooden object smacking against the wall distracted him again. “and stop doing that!”

you reached the top of the tower. the midnight chill hitting your face. you wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold, slowing down as you realized there was no where else to run. you had to face whatever was to come.

tom caught himself against the wall as he made his way to the top of the steps. wand in hand.

defensively you brought yours up, prepared to duel.

“what are you doing?” tom looked at you blankly, now approaching you.

“locomotor mortis!” you chanted. he blocked it effortlessly.

“stupefy!” deflected. he keeper moving forward.

“expelli-“ a sharp breath passed your lips as you felt your upper body tip back. your upper and lower body teetering, your lower back keeping the balance against the ledge. tom grabbed onto your forearms pulling you toward him. you gasp, slowly looking up at him. why didn’t he let you fall, or push you even?

“aren’t you going to kill me?” you whispered. there haven’t been many times you have seen a a fully expressed emotion on tom riddles face. but if you weren’t quaking in your boots at the moment, you’d be more surprised at his stunned expression.

“breaking curfew isnt exactly the most heinous of crimes, (y/l/n).” your face dropped along with the tenseness in your body. 

oh. well this is awkward.

“why did you chase me then?” you looked at him like accusingly.

“because you ran first, and disarmed me before doing so.” he narrowed his eyes, “and correct me if i’m wrong (y/n), but you have been avoiding me this past week.” you gulp nervously. you have never had a personal conversation with the wizard, nonetheless be this close to him. it was beginning to feel overwhelming.

his breath was cool, you can smell mints as it fanned your face. his grip was strong on your arms, and his chest was inches from touching yours. tom sensed your unease and used it toward his advantage.

“what are you hiding?” he asked in a lower tone, pulling you closer to him. your noses were nearly touching now. tom looked down between you two.

“what is this?”

the diary.

before you could react, tom guided his hand down to the hem of your jumper. you froze still. his eyebrows were furrowed, watching his own movements. the moment his fingers met the grooves and texture of the leather bound book, his eyes shot up to yours, piercing into them. tom leaned into you more, holding the diary up beside his head. you inhaled sharply. wow he smells nice.

“you are able read it,” he mused, grinning.

“indeed” was all you could breathe out. even in the most terrifying of times your responses were always entertaining to him. you didn’t even deny it.

was he not surprised that you had it this whole time? was he even looking for it? would it even matter if it became lost if no one could read it? hotel? trivago.

“no one should be able to read it, but you can…” tom studied your face. it was an enchanted diary, made specifically for the owner and the owners eyes only. “i knew there was something about you (y/n) (y/l/n).”

it appears this diary was trouble this whole time, just in a different way the slytherin boys have warned about. it’s one thing to be an enemy of tom riddle, but something else to be of his interest.

Sneaking Out

Tom Riddle x Slytherin!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: breaking rules lol, almost being caught sneaking out, some pestery conversations, insinuations to smut

Author’s Note: loosely based off this tiktok I saw that had my mind running ramid. Ronnie is one of my favorite cosplayers (he does loki AND leon too and he has the best leon around). I hope you guys enjoy this random ass no plot thing

Summary: It’s very hard to sneak out of the dorms and Tom and you give it a go.

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Getting out of the dorms past curfew was a feat very few people had succeeded. Hogwarts was not only managed by humans, it was protected by wizards and magic. Getting through the prowling staff and the expertly placed spells? No one got through that.

People had tried and failed. Boasting wizards and witches got a popularity boost just by giving it a go. If they got decently far out of the common rooms that was even better. One time one of the Black kids had gotten a decent way to the door outside of the castle. How they managed to get past everything still amazed people to this very day, years later.

But Tom...Tom had it down to a science.

You sat in the Slytherin common room together. Mostly everyone was gone upstairs to head to bed but there was still about a half hour before everyone needed to turn in. You were sitting on the same couch but on opposite ends. He had a book out, you were writing spells into your notebook to practice the spellings.

There were only two other people in the room.

“Practicing are we?” Joan Emory said, sitting between you and Tom. He didn’t bat an eye. He never did.

“Just getting the spellings down,” you said, not looking up from your page. Joan could be testy sometimes and you had no interest in entertaining her. Not today. Not tonight.

“Do you think you could talk to Jeffrey tomorrow?” Joan asked. You let out a soft sigh, closing your book. She had held a torch for Jeffrey since the start of her Hogwarts experience and he liked you. It wasn’t something you had entertained but she annoyed you about it nonetheless.

You turned to look at her.

“I’m not going to.”

“He’s heads over heels if you just let him know you’re not interested-”

“Who said I wasn’t interested?” you asked. You saw Tom behind her, his ears perking up and his head turned slightly. That was a surprise to him.

“You said-”

“Joan, leave it be. He doesn’t want to date you.” She huffed, trying to sputter out some sort of words.

“You’re awful,” she spat finally. You gave her a thin lipped smile.

“I’m a Slytherin,” you hissed back at her. Tom closed his book harshly, making Joan jump as she started to walk away. “So am I. I’m not cruel.”

“I’m not unjustly cruel Joan.” She walked away, up the staircase to the dorms. You watched her go, leaving just you, Tom and one other late night studier in the room. Tom turned to you.

“Jeffery Biggs?”

“Oh leave it be. I’m not entertaining it.” You stood up and smoothed out your cardigan. It was beginning to look rather rainy outside which made you elated. It meant you could start burning some candles. “I’ll see you later Tom.” He gave you a look and you turned around, up the stairs into the girls dormitory.

===

At exactly 12:11 on the dot, you slid out of bed. You tried to be as quiet as possible so that none of the other girls saw you get out. You hadn’t bothered putting on pajamas as you knew you would be leaving soon. Your heartbeat in your ears, making you second guess yourself. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. It wasn’t even your idea, it was Tom’s.

The staircases were monitored. In the same way they were able to check if a man or woman went up the stairs, it could check when a person was going up and down. Tom had given you clear instructions.

Slide down the railing.

You hopped up on it and gripped the side as you kept your feet from touching the ground. You landed on the ground with a soft thump safely. You waited for a moment, listening. Nothing. First step done.

You walked into the common room where Tom was already waiting.

“You’re late,” he said, voice neutral and calm. You checked your wristwatch.

“30 seconds isn’t too bad. Joan has been tossing and turning, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t awake.”

He grabbed your hand tightly and turned to the door.

“Now remember, the pictures-”

“Are asleep and we can’t risk waking them.” “The stairwell-”

“Moves slower at night.”

“And the staff-”

“Moves alone. I’ve got it Tom.” He nodded once.

“You were listening. Good.” He opened the door and slipped through. He had mapped out the entire school in his mind. He knew it inside and out, though you’ve never understood how. He dragged you along quietly. You stepped only where he stepped.

It was odd seeing the school at night. No longer candle lit, the portraits were all sound asleep. It felt like you and Tom were the only people in the world.

You kept walking around a corner when Tom yanked you back and shoved you against the wall. You gave him a look but he put his hand over your mouth, glancing around the corner. You heard the soft footsteps of someone walking. You stared into Tom’s eyes but he was distracted. His hand remained over your mouth.

Finally he leaned away and removed his hand. You let out a breath.

“Come. Quickly,” he whispered.

Soon you arrived at your destination. The astronomy tower. No one patrolled there and there were no spells to keep you out. The only thing you had to worry about was researchers coming up to watch the stars but rarely anyone came up there for that reason.

Once you got up the long flight of stairs you could finally breathe a sigh of relief. You had made it.

You leaned over the window, putting your hand out. Tom lit the candle in there with a spell and the small room was illuminated with fire light. You turned around to look at him and he cupped your face, kissing you harshly.

You leaned into his chest, your back arching to mold into his body. He leaned you against the window sill and hoisted you up, causing you to break away from him. You looked over the edge that you were now leaning against.

“Tom,” you breathed. “I’m going to fall.”

“You think I would let you fall?” He scoffed. His hands slid up your thighs and down your arms to your hands. He held them. “Lean back.” You laughed nervously.

“No way. I’m not doing that. Do you know how high we are? I’ve had plenty of danger for the night and we still have to go ba-”

“Lean back.” You were silent. You met his eyes. Tom and you had been acquaintances when you both first came to Hogwarts. Now you were a little bit of everything. Strangers, lovers, friends, soulmates. You were a versatile duo.

“Tom…”

“Le-” He started but you leaned back before he could finish. You were now parallel to the ground, half of your body over the edge. You gasped, looking up at the stars. You had windows in the dorms and everything but it had been a couple weeks since you had seen the stars while being outside. Tom held your hands tightly, allowing you to have this moment.

After a second he pulled you back. You wrapped your arms around him and stumbled down the window sill into his grasp. You laughed nervously, turning around to look down the view to see how high you were.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he said, hand on your hip. You gave him a look.

“I could have fallen.”

“For the last time, I won’t let you fall.”

“If you had, they would’ve caught you. Your plan would be ruined.”

“And you would be dead,” he said, crossing his arms. “A loose loose.” You smiled warmly.

“Awe look at that. Tom Riddle has a heart.”

“It’s thawing,” he said hardly, like he didn’t believe it. You put your hand on his chest, making a confused face. You leaned forward like you were listening.

“There it is. I can feel it. Beating.”

“Glad to have a second opinion.” His gaze softened. It was nice with you. He felt nice with you.

“I kinda hope they catch us,” you said, backing away from him. “Let the world know that Tom is human. That you’re just like the rest of us.”

“Don’t push it.” He wrapped his arms around you. “They’ll never catch us.”

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