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i solemnly swear that i am up to no good. HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN (2004) dir. alfonso cuarón

hiya there may I request a Teenage! Tom Riddle x Slytherin reader? I like to imagine that during his time in Hogwarts he met someone who makes him question is this really what he wants to become (even if just for a second) the reader is not into the pureblood prejudice thing and she begged him not to follow his blind ambition to become a dark wizard and for a moment he’s tempted to say yes and just stay with her? but of course his ambition won so ANGSTY please feel free to break my heart

The Light to His Darkness | Tom Riddle x Reader

Word Count: 2,289 words

Warnings: cursing, some making out, angst, death

October 5th, 1944. The Great Hall. 9:10 am.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you saw Avery and his group approaching you, a smug look on his face, stirring your eggs around your plate a small smile creeping it’s way onto your face. You had made it to the Great Hall early this morning so you could talk to Tom about some homework, but he was off talking to Professor Dumbledore and you would have to wait for him to come back. If he ever did come back. Sometimes when he spoke to Dumbledore he would spend hours speaking to the old man, and he wouldn’t even realize. The feeling of someone sitting next to you broke your train of thought, flashing Avery a smile knowing he wouldn’t take anything else for a greeting. The boy had been chasing after you for 5 years, and he hasn’t faltered since.

“Good morning, Avery. How did your date with Nott go?” You teased, shoveling a forkful of eggs into your mouth smirking at the blushing blonde. The group of Slytherins who had walked with him to the Great Hall were all laughing, including Nott himself.

“Oh, come off it. You know I only have feelings for you, sweetheart.”

“I’m quite aware. I don’t think that changes how dear old Nott feels for you,” Nott reached over the table grasping Avery’s hand in a dramatic flourish pressing a kiss to the back of his hand, before Avery ripped it out of his grasp throwing a grape at his face, “Hey, that was my grape!”

Avery grabbed a handful of grapes out of a nearby bowl, dropping them hastily in your plate managing to get them all over your eggs. You laughed, shoving him over playfully bouncing a grape off of his forehead. The pair of you had failed to notice the sobering up of your surrounding peers, turning to pop a grape into your mouth.

“Avery. You’re in my seat,” The deafening silence that came from the second Tom had opened his mouth was instantaneous, the once smiling boy’s face turning stone hard moving over to make room for Tom who swiftly sat down next to you. “Everything in order?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good... I’m going to need you to meet me in the Room of Requirement, at midnight... Bring your wand,”

The second bit of his sentence he directed to you, his warm breath just barely brushing over your cheeks nodding at his words turning your head to look at him. His features were harder than usual, his bottom lip had turned a red shade from chewing on it, a habit he had gotten into recently one that he only did when he was worried, an emotion he rarely felt.

“How about we go to Hogsmeade this upcoming weekend? Are you guys willing?”

You chirped trying to ease up the mood, running your fingers through your hair scanning the faces of the boys in front of you and to the right of you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Tom’s feature soften, his hand reaching out underneath the table to pat your knee ever so softly.

“Why not?” Your eyes flitted over to Tom, a smile sneaking onto your face. “Wouldn’t want to miss out on a chance to give Avery another chance at his date,” Tom jested taking a sip of his juice.

At first they didn’t know if they should laugh, considering Tom’s voice never usually showed any form of emotion other than anger and the occasional joke here and there, until you broke the silence by choking on your orange juice giggling at his comment. After that, they all joined in on teasing Avery whose face was a bright red. Tom made eye contact with you, sending you a playful wink making you roll your eyes.

October 7th, 1944. Honeydukes. 11:25 am.

You snorted as you caught sight of Avery and Nott fighting over the last Sugar Quill, pressing against the tall brunette who was looking down at you a teasing glint in his eyes. The trip to Hogsmeade was a success, you had wanted to boys to forget about their plans for a day, and just go back to being their playful selves and it worked. Lestrange, Rosier and Mulciber had gotten around to buying out most of Honeydukes. Leaving them to amuse themselves to toss Acid Pops at one another, their laughter infectious.

“Tom?” He hummed in response, pressing his hand on the small of your back. The taller man lead you out of Honeydukes, the cold air slapping against your face, giggling as Nott was holding the Sugar Quill proudly in his mouth as the blonde sulked, “I was wondering if we could hang out tonight, like how we used to.” You flashed a warm smile tugging your jacket around you tightly as the cold air threatened to knock you over.

“Sweetheart,” At the sound of that pet name leaving his mouth you tensed up, knowing he only used it when he needed things from you chewing on your bottom lip, “As much I love spending time with you, we have things to do. We can’t keep pushing back the schedule, once we do we’ll never catch up.”

“Tom, please? I just want one night of us being normal. Just you and me, in your room- talking all night like we used to… and I promise, I won’t ask for anything ever again.” Tom faltered for a moment, his eyes closing as he mulled it over turning around on his heels to face you. His large hands cupped your cheeks, tugging you closer your breath hitching.

“You know I’d do anything for you. Anything-” Your eyes flickered down to stare at his lips, making him tense up “Okay. Just... just tonight. And after that-.” He breathed out, his dark eyes piercing your soul moving to release his grip on you. You placed your hands over his, keeping him in place swallowing down your nerves.

“I know, I promise. I won’t ask you for anything else,” You sighed, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm feeling his grip tighten on you, “Come on, we don’t want to waste the rest of the day away.”

October 12th, 1944. The Room of Requirement. 12:06 am.

A loud cry left your lips, crumbling to the floor feeling your body spasming at the pain coursing through your body. Your fingernails were digging into your palms, blood oozing from how hard you were squeezing your eyesight going hazy. The veins in your neck were protruding, as you let out blood curdling screams into the soundproof room. Tom was stood off to the side his face free of any emotion, watching his best friend getting tortured by Avery whose eyes were full of tears. The brunette had ordered the blonde to do this task to prove his loyalty to him, knowing Avery had a soft spot for you.

“Stop,” The blonde instantly dropped his wand dropping down to his knees from the amount of energy it took for him to send the cruciatus curse, his hands shaking, “Get up, Avery.” The blonde helped himself off of the floor, wiping any sort of emotion off of his face staring down at your crumpled body tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. Even though he had lowered his wand, you could still feel every sting and every prickle of your body.

“Sir,”

“You’re free to leave.”

After several moments of silence, trying to regain your breath as well as attempting to wrap your mind around what had just happened. The entire time you had been friends with Tom, he had never laid a single hand on you. Every time one of his followers tried to cause you any sort of harm he would end up leaving them bruised beyond recognition. This year he had been extremely distant, but you didn’t think that would change anything between either of you.

Not like this.

“Doll... let me help you,” His cold hands helped your burning figure off of the floor and onto a nearby couch, his hands never leaving yours even as you tried to put as much distance between the two of you whining with every move, “Here, drink this. It will help rid of the pain.”

He took a hold of your face, parting your lips as he poured the crimson potion into your mouth your cracked lips wrapping around the cool glass feeling your body practically melt as the effects of the potion instantly began to take effect. One of the many things you were grateful for; Tom’s expertise in Potions.

“Thank you...” You choked out, leaning your head back onto the soft cushions wanting nothing more than to get out of the forsaken room. Even with your eyes closed you felt the burning stare of Tom, shifting so you could face him opening your eyes staring up at him, “Tom. I can feel you staring,”

“I’m aware,” He smiled softly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand away from your sweaty face his heart breaking the slightest bit as he thought back to your ear piercing screams and your thrashing body. He swallowed back his guilt, leaning in to make himself comfortable. “I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“-bullshit.” You scoffed out, trying to ignore the glint in his dark eyes keeping your face stoic, “You know you have full control over your actions, Tom.”

“No. I don’t. I did this without thinking of you, only thinking of Avery proving to me he would do anything I ordered him to without hesitating.”

“Is that all I am to you, Tom? I thought that I meant more to you, that I was a little more than just a fucking doll-”

You had managed to sit up properly, shoving your finger into his chest to show your anger.

“For fucks sake-” The Slytherin boy rolled his eyes at your words, his hands cupping your cheeks pressing his lips against yours catching you entirely off guard.

You knew you should have shoved him off and smacked him across the face but you couldn’t ignore the way he made you feel. His lips moving perfectly in sync with yours. Everything in you felt right, like the stars had aligned. Feeling your heart swell as you allowed his scent to infiltrate your body.

His toned arms moving to hold onto your hips, pulling you closer as your arms wrapped around his neck deepening the kiss.

You feel nothing but pure ecstasy.

A slight flutter in your chest as you felt his cold hands tighten their grip on you.

Tom had never felt anything like this with any of the girls he had slept with. For the first time in his life, he felt something. He didn’t know what it was, but whatever it was, he didn’t ever want it to end. Being wrapped up in your touch, and your warmth he forgot about everything but you. Tom had never in his life felt his mind this quiet before.

He didn’t think about his followers.

The horcruxes.

About how he had deliberately had sent one of his own to cause you harm.

He just felt you.

And that was enough... at least for a moment.

“Tom... you don’t have to do this. We can leave Hogwarts, and then- and then find a place for us to be. Away from the Orphanage. Away from everyone,” His breath came out in shallow breaths, wanting nothing more than to agree with your words. Your doe eyes were looking into whatever he had left of his soul, fighting the urge shaking his head, ripping himself away from you his wand in hand as he shakily let out a breath. “Tom?”

“I may not know what love is, doll, but whatever it is, I imagine it to feel like what touching you and kissing you feels like.” Your heart clenched, knowing there was a but coming, “But I can’t give this up. I have come so far. I’m so close. So close.” Your eyes clamped shut, gripping your wand as you let your head hang at his words. The sensation of tears making their way to your eyes once again washed over you, blinking away tears shaking your head.

“I understand...”

“I can’t have anymore distractions.” He whispered to himself, turning his back to you forcing you to get onto your feet shakily eyeing the brunette. Tom weighed the decisions over in his head, knowing one of them wouldn’t end as well as the other but he knew it would be the most effective.

“Tom-”

“Can you- can you do me one last favor?”

“Anything.”

A beat.

“Close your eyes and stand right there,” You willing shut your eyes, listening to the sound of Tom getting closer to you his warm lips pressing against yours lingering on you momentarily before shuffling backwards. A small smile was on your face, wanting nothing more than to bask in this moment forever.

Tom eyed your swaying form as you shifted your weight. His eyes scanned you head to toe, the way your hair was styled perfectly framing your face. Your breathtaking face, how you held yourself with your hands fiddling in front of you trying to memorize every single inch of your body down to the last freckle on your skin. “You know I care about you, doll. I always will. No matter what...”

“I know, T. But what does that have to do with-”

“I’m sorry, doll.”

“Sorry for what…- ”

“Tom?”

“Avada Kedavra” All you remembered was opening your eyes the second Tom had uttered the curse, your eyes locking together one last time before your once vibrant eyes grew dull your body crumbling onto the ground. The ghost of your smile was evident on your face, the corners of your lips turned up slightly as you laid there on the ground. Tom felt like every last strand of humanity grounding him was gone, as he kneeled down to caress your cheek leaning down to carefully unclasp the necklace from around your neck tucking it into his pocket. He closed your eyes with two of his fingers, standing up to his full height before making his way out of the Room of Requirement without a second glance back. His fingers fiddled with the necklace in his hand, the one that had been around your neck several seconds ago. Three down, four more to go, Tom thought to himself tightening his grip around the newfound horcrux briskly making his way to the Slytherin Common Room where his followers would be waiting.

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Mattheo Riddle x Reader (Female)

Summery: Reader has a fight with Mattheo and avoids/ignores him for a week. When Mattheo finally finds her alone to apologise will she forgive and forget or will she not make this easy for him.

A/n: Fluff, Tiny little bit of angst? Use of y/n, kind of a short story, sorry if it’s not the best this is my first story/post 😅

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A week. A week I’ve been avoiding Mattheo.

“You’re going to have to speak to him at some point y’know?”

“Yeah, I know, but that’s not the point.”

A few days ago on Tuesday, Mattheo and I were out with our friend group and as we were browsing through Zonko’s joke shop. I was joking around with Pansy and Astoria when I overheard Mattheo talking- no, FLIRTING with this girls from Hufflepuff. When I went to speak to him about it later that evening while he was lying in my bed, we got into an argument over how he claims it ‘wasn’t that big of a deal’!

“Well what is the point? Just kiss and make up like you always do, you know he didn’t mean it, we’ve all been stressed recently about our OWL’s.”

At this point in time Pansy is trying to convince me to forgive Mattheo so we can go on this double date she’s been planning.

“The point is that until he apologises I’m not going to speak to him. If he thinks it’s ok to flirt with other women while his in a relationship, he better wake up and smell the roses because that’s not the case.”

I huff as Pansy reaches into her bag of chips making a crinkly noise. I place my hands on the side of my head and re-read the sentence of my text book.

“Well don’t you think you should calm it down on the studying a bit? I mean, you never really study outside of class for anything so why are you so pressed about mid year exams? You should really take a break.”

I sigh. Pansy’s right. I never study outside of class. But I really want to become an auror and to do that I need to have phenomenal OWL results.

“Ughhhhhh!”

I chuck my pencil down at my at my book and lean back in my chair.

“Your right… but I really have to have good grades to become and auror and you know how bad I am with studying. I can never sit and focus on anything.”

“Yeah but with the amount of pressure you’ve been putting on yourself there’s no way you wasted the time you studied, right?”

“No, of course not.”

“Well then relax a bit! You’ve already obtained a lot of knowledge now calm it down, take a break.”

I turn my head to look at Pansy as she gives me a knowing look.

“Fineeeee. What do you want to do?”

“Well I was thinking me and you head to the common room to look for a certain someone for you to make up with? And then we can go on our date tomorrow?”

I stand up.

“Pansy no! You don’t get it! You want us to make up and your pestering me about it when he should be the one making it up to me! Look. I know you and Blaise have a really good relationship, but, I don’t want to have to put up and let Mattheo flirting with other girls slide.”

When look down at her she looks taken aback.

“Look I’m sorry ok? I… I just need some fresh air.”

I rush out of our shared dorm and headed straight for the Astronomy tower. My comfort place.

***

As I reached the top of the stairs I instantly regretted my outfit choice as I was in leggings and a thin, baggy t-shirt, not fit for the autumn wind. But still, I went to the edge of the tower and leaned against the railing, watching as the light of the sunset slowly peak through the clouds.

***

It’s late now. The sunset has almost gone down and I’m still freezing my ass off in this cold wind. Maybe I should go back and get a jumper? Just then I feel some warm arms enclose around my waist, pulling me back a bit into a warm rock hard chest and in the corner of my eye I see some dark brown curly hair and know it’s Mattheo. Still mad, I look back to the almost gone sunset, while Mattheo rests his head in the crook of my neck.

I refuse to say anything. He has royally pissed me off this boy and I’m not going to forgive him very easily.

“Darling…” Mattheo whispers in my ear, brushing my hair over my shoulder and kissing my neck very softly and gentle.

Woah…

I shuffle on my spot, shrugging my shoulders to get him off of me. I’m not allowing myself to fall for his little charm tricks yet.

“Oh come on, princess.”

He groans and grabs my forearm, spinning me around and nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. He kisses up and down all over my neck.

“Mattheo— stop.”

I say annoyed. He hasn’t even tried to apologise yet.

“Darling— y/n, look. Look at me… please?”

I look up at him in the eyes, the last bits of light from the final moments of sunlight reflecting off them.

“I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t mean to upset you, I know there is no excuse for what you heard but I wasn’t trying to flirt with them. I was just trying to buy something and those girls happened to have one left.”

“So you flirt with them so you can what? Get the last pack of flavoured jellybeans? Fizzing Wizbees?”

“What? Darling no. I would never that. I was buying something off them.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small white box with a pink ribbon wrapped around it. He grabbed my hand gently and placed the small box in my palm. I looked up at him confused.

“Just open it.”

I looked at him suspiciously but then undo the ribbon. Inside was a beautiful ring. The ring was silver with a silver snake wrapping around a gem stone, the colour of my eyes, placed in the middle of the ring. And at the bottom of the white box was a small note that said: Custom made by Ella Johnson and Sadie Smith xx

…Oh…

“Im— Im so sorry, I—”

“Darling you have nothing to apologise for. I’m sorry for arguing with you about it. I should have told you.”

He said as his pulled me in closer by the back of my head and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I hug him back and sob. I feel like a terrible girlfriend. Mattheo pulled back and took the ring. He then took my hand a slid it onto my finger.

“I love you so much y/n, you have no idea.”

“I love you too Mattheo.”

We both spun around and looked out on the grounds. The suns head just about to go down. As we watched the sunset together until it was dark, Mattheo wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

“How about my dorm? Maybe we can still go on that double date tomorrow? If you’re up for it?

“Of course.”

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