Amortentia - T. Riddle

Amortentia - T. Riddle

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Pairing : Tom Riddle x Slytherin! Reader

Warnings : Tom is not Voldy, he’s his son, and this is set during the Golden Trio, so, not very movie accurate

Genre : Fluff, soulmates implied, or, where an unexpected scent comes out of an all-too-famous potion

Part Two

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The potions classroom was alive with the chatter of students. Everyone was buzzing with the anticipation of their next project. Snape had declared that, on that day, they would be brewing Amortentia. None of the students failed to share their excitement and anticipation for the highly known potion, some even hoping to discover their one true love through its scent.

Y/N, however, had no such expectations. All she wanted was to brew the potion and get the grade.

Cauldrons sat in front of them in pairs, and she expected to be working with the Gryffindor next to her, yet, Snape seemed to have other plans.

“Students, I will be calling off your names in pairs, they will be your partner for the project,” he spoke in his monotone voice. Y/N was stressed; she prayed she wouldn’t get paired off with someone who would potentially hinder her grade.

After reading out the names of half the class, she heard her name being called along with “Tom Riddle.” The classroom fell silent. Her heart stopped. They had interacted here and there and she didn’t care that he was the Dark Lord’s son, but, he was so intimidating that the girl couldn’t help but feel nervous. She watched as he gathered his things and moved into the previously occupied seat next to her.

He gave a curt nod, barely sparing her a glance. She caught a whiff of his cologne, damn, she thought, he even smells good.

After being told to begin, the pair worked silently. They both knew what was required of them for the potion, and both pulled their weight. She was quite happy they weren’t speaking much, not because she didn’t like him, but, because she didn’t want to embarrass herself by saying something stupid.

They added the final ingredients to the cauldron and watched as the liquid turned a bright pink. They waited patiently as Snape walked by and examined their work, giving a small hum of approval. “Twenty points to Slytherin.” She couldn’t help the smile that graced her face, making eye contact with Tom and giving an appreciative nod.

After all the potions were brewed, some faring better than others, came the time to smell the potions. As she leant in, all she could smell was Tom’s cologne. It smelt of parchment and leather, a combination she found to be quite enchanting. She was, however, annoyed of his closeness as she attempted to smell the potion. She looked up quickly, about to ask him to step back, when she saw the empty chair next to her. Tom wasn’t next to her, no, he was standing at least six feet away, speaking with Professor Snape.

She was shocked. It couldn’t be, could it? Why was she smelling none other than Tom Riddle in her Amortentia. As if sensing the topic of her thoughts, Tom’ eyes drifted onto hers, locking her in a trance. He seemed to understand what was happening and the source of her shock, yet seemed entirely unfazed by it.

Her eyes didn’t stray from his as he walked to their shared table and took a whiff of the Amortentia. Again, he seemed completely unfazed by what he smelt, eyes never leaving hers.

Finally, their trance was broken as Snape dismissed the class. Her feet felt as heavy as bricks as she made her way out of the dungeon and towards her friend’s common room, trying to process everything that happened.

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“Oh, come on! We both know what this means!” Y/N was currently sprawled on her best friend Hermione’s bed, listening as she tried convincing the girl that Tom Riddle was her soulmate, according to the Amortentia. As Hermione put it, she was just “in denial.”

“I don’t know, Mione. It was probably my mind playing tricks on me! Plus, he didn’t even mention it nor seem fazed by it. He most likely smelt someone else, or, no one at all.”

A pillow smacked her in the head. “You know that’s not true!”

A groan spilled out of her, “I can’t think about this right now, I’m going for a walk.”

She thought sneaking into the Gryffindor common room and speaking to her most level-headed friend would help ease her thoughts, but she left feeling worse than before.

It’s not that she doesn’t like Tom, it’s that she wonders whether she’s what he wants; will he like her too? Probably not, she thought, Tom Riddle doesn’t like anyone.

“Going somewhere?” A voice she dreaded spoke. Turning around, she came face to face with the subject of her anxieties.

His face was stern, albeit beautiful, and she quickly realized how late past curfew it had gotten.

She stumbled over her words, attempting to find a good excuse yet coming up with none.

His eyes scanned her face as she stared like a deer in headlights. “I’ll walk you back to the dungeons,” he said after a good minute or two of the two gawking at each other, his tone leaving no room for question.

As she turned to walk, she felt his hand ghost over the small of her back, summoning a blush to her face.

“Are we going to talk about it?” He broke the silence.

“About what?” She waited a second before she spoke, although he knew she would know what he meant.

“I smelt your perfume in the potion, you smelt my cologne. We both know what that means.”

She kept quiet for a second, racking her brain for the right words, afraid of making the conversation more awkward than it was already. “Yes, we do. But, is it what you want it to mean?” She waited a beat. “I mean, how do you feel about it?”

“I’ll admit, I am surprised.” She searched his face, worry seeping into her head at his words. “And, although I’m surprised, it doesn’t mean I’m unhappy about it.”

She stopped and turned to face him, “you’re not?”

“No,” he said, his tone sincere, “you’re smart, kind, and beautiful. I must admit, I am glad it’s you.” He turned and kept walking, her feet rushing to catch up to him.

She couldn’t believe it. She knew all the rumors about this boy, people thought him cold and cruel; they judge him because he’s quiet, they don’t know him. Albeit, neither does she, but his words don’t come off as ‘cruel’ or ‘cold.’

“Wait, so, what does this mean?” She asked just as they reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

“It means that we have a date this weekend at Hogsmeade. Have a good night, Y/N,” he spoke with a soft smile.

As she walked into the common room, she couldn’t help the smile that graced her face, for the first time feeling grateful for Professor Snape’s class.

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Please please so long london part 2?

Just posted!!

About you - S. Reid

Pairings : Spencer Reid x BAU! Reader

Warnings : None

Genre : Fluff, or, all the things which make the BAU believe Spencer is in a relationship

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Apple Music - Web Player

About You by The 1975 on Apple Music

Song · 2022 · Duration 5:26

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She’s not his girlfriend, but the first time they were introduced at the BAU, he let her shake his hand.

She’s not his girlfriend, but she organizes his desk for him.

She’s not his girlfriend, but he gets her coffee every morning before a case briefing.

She’s not his girlfriend, but he lets her draw on his hand when she’s bored.

She’s not his girlfriend, but he wears his glasses more often after she complimented them.

She’s not his girlfriend, but they go to museums and libraries together on their days off.

She’s not his girlfriend, but they have a “classics movie night” every Sunday in his apartment.

She’s not his girlfriend, but while the team go examine crime scenes and interview suspects, they stay behind and work on the profile together.

She’s not his girlfriend, but he lets her rest her head on his shoulder in the jet after a long case.

She’s not his girlfriend, but she listens to his rants with a smile on her face.

She’s not his girlfriend, but Emily and Derek tease him every time she’s around.

She’s not his girlfriend, but Hotch assigns them to be an undercover couple to draw out unsubs.

She’s not his girlfriend, but they arrive and leave Rossi’s dinners together.

She’s not his girlfriend, but she gets jealous every time an assistant or cop flirts with him.

She’s not his girlfriend, until he finally gets the courage to ask her out.

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s o l o n g , l o n d o n

Includes : Aaron Hotchner

Genre : Angst

Warnings : Mentions of break downs, drinking, mentions of depression symptoms, not proof-read

Based On : So Long, London by Taylor Swift

Part two : All My Ghosts

You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?

I died on the altar waiting for the proof

You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days

“Haley wants us to get back together.” Upon hearing those words, her heart dropped. She realized why Hotch asked her to come on this ‘date’. She thought he was finally going to ask her to make whatever they were official, but she now knew he just wanted to let her down easy.

“What?” She asked. She could feel the tears pooling in her eyes, her view of Hotch blurry and distorted. Though she couldn’t see very well, she could see the pity and regret written on his face.

“She wants us to try to be a family again.” She took a second to process his words.

“And, what did you say?” She knew the answer, but she needed to hear it from him.

“I said yes.” He watched the tears fall from her eyes. “I had to, for Jack. For my family. We both knew this wasn’t a sure thing, Y/N. I’m your boss, and our jobs are dangerous enough, this wasn’t going to work.” He was right. Since she started at the BAU, she developed a crush on her slightly older, and incredibly intimidating boss. She would’ve never thought he felt the same towards her, and she was constantly teased by her fellow profilers about it, until he asked her out on the way home from a case. She was elated. They went on a couple dates, and she was sure they were going great. Until now.

“And Haley gave you the out. Instead of telling me, you led me on,” she choked on her sobs. She reached for her purse, preparing herself to leave Aaron Hotchner and her heart along with him. “Go back to your family, Hotch. And don’t worry, I’ll pretend like nothing ever happened.”

And I'm just getting color back into my face

I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place

The team was shocked and confused when Y/N took a two-week leave of absence. She left without telling anyone or saying where she was going, she didn’t even tell Hotch, going straight to Strauss and asking for her leave, using the ‘family emergency’ excuse. They were even more surprised when she returned, acting as if she hadn’t just left without a word.

She could feel their eyes on her the minute she entered the briefing room. She sat down, chin high, eyes forward, not daring to look any of them in the eye for fear they would see through her facade.

Hotch’s eyes burnt a whole in her head. They hadn’t talked, interacted even, since that night. And while she was going to be profesional, she didn’t want him thinking he broke her heart, even if he did.

“Y/N, good to see you back.” JJ was the first to address her, the first to break the silence. She gave JJ a smile, and turned to look at the file sitting in front of her, keeping to herself throughout the briefing.

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The team had moved the briefing onto the jet, the case being of a serial killer who was quickly devolving. The profilers all noticed their fellow coworker and friend’s strange behavior, her demeanor entirely different to the one she wore before her leave. She wouldn’t indulge conversation with the others, always directing the topic onto the case. The agents had also picked up on Hotch’s behavior; how his eyes would linger on Y/N for a little too long, and how he avoided referencing the woman.

Emily was growing even more concerned for her friend as the minutes passed, and when she saw her heading to the front of the jet for coffee, she quickly followed. “Hey,” she alerted Y/N of her presence, turning and closing the curtains to give them some privacy.

“Hi,” she gave a tight-lipped smile, moving to go back to her seat before Prentiss grabbed her arm.

“What’s going on?” She saw her friend’s face harden, her eyes moving to her feet.

“Nothing,” she knew better than to try and pretend like nothing was wrong around a bunch of profilers, but she couldn’t admit to herself that hers and Hotch’s break up was taking a toll on her. She was skinnier and paler, and was clearly struggling with something. But she couldn’t even call whatever happened between them a break up; they were only going out for a month and they hadn’t even told the rest of the team. So, sticking to her word, she would continue to act as though nothing happened.

“Oh, come on, you know I don’t believe that.” Emily dropped her grip on the girl’s shoulder, moving to fiddle with the coffee cups on the table. “Something’s going on. We all see it. You don’t have to talk about it, but, I want you to know we’re all here for you.” She saw tears pooling in the younger girl’s eyes, and her concern grew and her heart broke and all she wanted was for her to be okay. “You can talk to us. You can talk to me, or JJ, or even Hotch.” At the mention of his name, she broke. Her tears ran down her face, and sobs racked her body.

Emily hurried to hug her friend, shocked at her sudden breakdown. She heard the curtain being pulled, and turned to the sight of the team’s concerned eyes on the pair. But, she made sure to watch Hotch, noticing his own eyes becoming glossy at the sight of the crying agent.

For so long, London

Had a good run

A moment of warm sun

But I'm not the one

She sat on her couch, drowning her sorrows with a bottle of wine. Emily, JJ, and Penelope had just left her apartment after a night spent of crying and laughing, the women comforting her after she had confided in them about all that happened with Hotch.

She felt better, but not great. Her heart still hurt every time Haley and Jack came to visit Hotch during his lunch break, and she kept having to excuse herself to the bathroom whenever she was around him for too long. The team pretended not to notice the tension between her and Hotch, and they both refused to acknowledge each other unless it referenced their work or a case they worked.

Everyone knew something happened between them, and they knew their friend was not okay, so they pushed past it in hopes of nursing their friend back to happiness. She was incredibly grateful for all their friends were doing for her, but it wasn’t enough.

Nobody knew that she had just given Strauss a request for a transfer from the Bureau; none of the others knew, all but one person. The same person who’s name lit up on her phone, his calls going unanswered as she sipped on her glass of wine.

heyy :)

(if you’re open to this)

Could you do a jesse (from pitch perfect) x reader ?

Honestly this man doesn’t get enough love on tumblr and it’s so frustrating 😔😔

hope ur having a good day !! :)

d o n ’ t y o u ( f o r g e t a b o u t m e )

Includes : Jesse Swanson

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : Cursing

Based on : Don’t you (forget about me) by Simple Minds

A/N : Hi!! Thank you so much for requesting! I’m so sorry this is so short, I didn’t really know what to write but I hope it lived up to your expectations :)) have a good day, lovely!

She could feel the beads of sweat dripping down her face, her feet rushing her to her destination. She was running late to her class on her first day of school, mentally chiding herself for being so careless.

She wasn’t looking where she was walking, too distracted by the anxiety running through her body, when she walked right into somebody else. She instantly felt two strong hands grab her waist, hoping to steady her, and she also felt the unpleasant burn from the coffee she was hoping to drink on her torso.

“Ah, shit!” She exclaimed. She hadn’t yet looked at who she ran into, her attention on her burning chest.

“Are you okay?” A man’s voice asked. Realizing her mistake, she looked up, and she felt as though Cupid shot an arrow right through her heart. She became addicted to the chocolate brown eyes looking into hers, she fell in love with the lips that were downturned in concern. “Are you alright?” He asked again after receiving no response the first time.

She snapped out of her trance, “yeah! yeah, Im so sorry, that was totally my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she watched as his eyes trailed down to her coffee-stained shirt, and he winced. “I’m sorry about your shirt.”

“It’s alright, I’m more upset about the lost caffeine,” she joked, trying to have as long an interaction with the mysterious man as possible, her class long forgotten.

He stared at her for a moment, his lips tilting up into a smirk, “well, maybe we can get some coffee sometime, you know, to make up for it.” To say she was shocked was an understatement. She wasn’t expecting him to ask her out, she thought they would go about their days, his encounter with her far from his mind.

“I would love that!” She rushed out. She flushed from embarrassment at how quick she was to say yes, and he saw it too. He chuckled, eyes twinkling as they looked into hers.

“We could go now,” he suggested, something seemingly labeled as hope taking over his face and tone.

She hesitated, thinking about how horrible of a student she would be if she skipped class on her first day of college, but made the mistake of looking into his eyes, becoming enchanted into saying yes.

From that moment in time, a beautiful friendship bloomed, soon morphing into something more, something unforgettable.

Don't you, forget about me

Don't, don't, don't, don't

Don't you, forget about me

please can you write a sequel fic to enzo’s breakup song blurb, it was so good😭 i’m not even an enzo girlie but that did something to my heart ❤️‍🩹

n e e d y o u n o w

Includes : Lorenzo Berkshire

Genre : Angst, slight fluff?

Warnings : Light cursing, hints of toxic Enzo

Based on : Need You Now by Lady A

A/N : Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it!!

It's a quarter after one

I'm all alone and I need you now

Her hands trembled as she read the letter. She had found a yellow envelope on her bed, immediately recognizing the handwriting detailing her name.

It had been four weeks since Lorenzo Berkshire had abruptly ended things with the young girl, and while he tried to pretend as though they were friends and he didn’t break her heart, she cut off all contact with him. She successfully managed to alter her schedule to where she would never see him in class nor the halls. And now, he had seemingly snuck into her room and laid a letter on her bed.

She wishes she could say that she doesn’t miss him, that she wanted nothing to do with him. But she’d be lying. She misses him like hell. She never thought she would fall in love so quickly, especially with the Slytherin boy. Yet, here she is. About to read the letter that would shatter all the walls she had built and would reopen all her healing wounds.

She opened the envelope, and read the contents of the letter.

Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control

And I need you now

“My Dear Y/N,

I know you want nothing to do with me after how I left things, but, I’ve come to regret my decision. I miss you. Before you write me off as an ass, please know, that I love you. And, I broke up with you because I was scared. I was scared of how you changed me, even if it is for the better. I was scared because I never thought I could be loved the way you loved me, and I thought I didn’t deserve it. I still think I don’t deserve it.

But, I realized I am a fool. A fool who is irrevocably in love with you, and who wants a second chance.

Please, meet me in the Astronomy Tower tomorrow after curfew.

Much love,

Enzo.”

Tears were streaming down her face by the time she finished the letter. She didn’t know how to react or how to think. Should she meet him? He did break her heart and now seemingly want her back, and if this was one of her friends she’d tell them not to go back, that they’re better off. But, she can’t live with herself if she doesn’t at least show up to hear what he has to say. She decides she’s going to sleep it off, and decide the next day.

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It is 10 at night, past curfew, and she finds herself pulling her cardigan tighter around her as the chill from the Astronomy Tower cuts through to her bones. She felt stupid for even considering going to meet Enzo, but she couldn’t pass it up. Although she wishes she didn’t, she is madly in love with the boy.

Footsteps echoed up the stairs, and for a minute, she feared Filch had discovered her and would reprimand her for being out past curfew. However, the steps belonged to Enzo, her heart clenching at the sight of him. He looked surprised, as though he didn’t think she would actually show.

They stood staring at each other for a couple of seconds, sadness flooding both their eyes. He was first to break the silence.

“Thank you, for coming and giving me a chance to explain.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach after hearing his voice. She managed to avoid him for so long, she forgot how much she truly missed and yearned for the Slytherin boy.

When she didn’t answer, he continued, “I miss you, love. I know, it sounds ridiculous, but, it’s true. I was a fool for leaving you.”

“You didn’t just leave me, Enzo, you broke my heart. You broke all the faith and trust I had in you.”

She watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “I know. And I don’t even deserve you hearing me out. But, what I said is true. I was scared. I still am. I’m scared you’re going to realize you could do so much better and leave.”

“So you left me first?” Her voice grew louder as she spoke. “You should’ve come to me and talked to me about this, Enzo! But instead, you made me feel like complete garbage. I felt so heartbroken and stupid for ever thinking I could trust you. My friends constantly told me what a bad idea this was, but I didn’t listen! I gave you a chance, and look what you did!”

Tears began flowing from his eyes, her words felt like knives digging into his heart. “I know, love, and I’m so sorry. All I ask is that you give me one more chance. Give me one more chance to prove myself to you, and, I promise, if I mess up, I will never bother you again. Please.” She hated how his words affected her. He looked and sounded so sincere, she couldn’t help but lean towards accepting his apology and taking him back.

She thought his words over for a while, and, finally, she decided. “I’ll give you one more chance. But it’s not going to be easy. We can be friends first. Then, if I feel as though you are truly sincere, I’ll consider going out with you again.” She stepped towards him, “I am giving you one more chance, Berkshire. Don’t ruin it.”

With that, she walked off, a smile threatening to make its way onto her face. Although it wouldn’t be the same, she needed him as much as he needed her. Besides, it would be fun watching Enzo beg for her forgiveness.

And I don’t know how

I could do without

I just need you now