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Rodolphus: I have an idea-
Bellatrix: *wraps blankets around herself and wears a helmet* you may continue
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And let me tell you they're God's finest creation
“Explain to me,” said Icarus Lestrange, twirling his elm wand in an affected, elegant gesture, “exactly what you did, McGonagall.”
“First it was a mouse,” said Minerva, through gritted teeth. “And then, I was concentrating, and you distracted me, and now, I have a giant elephant instead of a miniature one.”
The prospect of an elephant almost too big for the classroom’s ceiling would have been funny if either of them had known how to get rid of it.
Icarus twirled his wand again, trying to Vanish the elephant to no avail, and Minerva began mentally composing her apology to Professor Dumbledore.
No. She couldn’t give up; she had to figure this out. Minerva wasn’t going to come second to Tom bloody Riddle.
“Incarceous!” shouted Lestrange, over-flourishing his wand. Green ribbons sprouted from the ground to wrap around the elephant’s legs, causing it to toss its head and trumpet in fear? Or rage? She couldn’t tell.
“No, stop!” said Minerva, leaping from her chair. “You’ll only make it angrier!”
Why she had consented to work on her sixth-year Transfiguration project with Icarus Lestrange of all people, she couldn’t tell.
this was a snippet I had lying around which was a discarded scene from I Just Can't Prove It. Just came across it again today :)
Tuesday 7:44 pm
you: hey it’s me from the book shop lol
tom: Good evening.
Tuesday 7:50 pm
you: hey remember the guy we saw at the bookstore and i asked for his number
lestrange: yeah what about
malfoy: si
you: 1 Image Attached
lestrange: typing…
malfoy: ‘good evening’ okay dracula lmaooo
you: BYE
lestrange: ask for nudes
no texting in the library (t.m.r.)
tom’s phone buzzed in his right pocket. looking around not wanting to disturb anyone he slowly pulled it out. the studying first and second years around him paid no attention, noses buried in their own work.
you have been added to a chat
the brown haired boy looked at his screen quizzically. then he waited.
he wouldn’t be able to know the members of the group until one of them sent a text.
malfoy: hey sisters
he let out an inaudible groan.
oh merlin not malfoy again. since tom’s transfer to hogwarts, him and lestrange have been trying to befriend him. well, abraxas did most of the harassing- uh talking. his buddy usually looked like he didn’t want to be there, and their third counterpart of the trio, (y/l/n) was always missing in action during these encounters. which was strange, because they were always together.
tom typed a question mark, but then erased it. he decided to play along.
meanwhile…
you slapped malfoy in the back of his head.
“ ‘hey sisters’ really?”
“well i’m sorry was i supposed to say ‘good evening.’ or something?” he sassed, rubbing the back of his head.
“well he wouldn’t have said that if someone just decided to talk to him.” lestrange said pointedly, turning the page of his book. you opened your mouth about to say some snarky remark, but decided against it. it would only sound like you were making excuses. he smirked at the victory.
“stop smirk-“
“Shhh! Shh!” malfoy interrupted, bringing his finger to your lips. “he’s typing, he’s typing.”
tom: hello
tom stared at the blue bubble he just sent. another buzz.
you: hey tom, excuse my buffoon of a friend
his eyes widened. you typed so fast he didn’t even see the typing notification. his cheeks got warm and heart began to race. he always thought you were cute since the time you two were paired up in potions. but he never pursued you, he thought you didn’t like him because you seemed to disappear whenever he was around, unlike your two friends that seemed to do just the opposite.
“did you really copy and paste that from your notes?” lestrange huffed, shaking his head.
“i was practicing if abraxas would say something stupid. which he did.”
“heyy…” the blonde fake pouted. the two of you stared at your phones, waiting.
“Rein say something.” the pair of you said in unison. the slytherin looked up from his page and at his housemates’ expecting faces. with a groan he pulled out his phone and typed.
lestrange: we should all hang out sometime
a loud “no!” shouts from the other side of the library, pulling toms attention from his screen. what indecent person makes such noise in a library?
“lestrange, you imbecile! why were you so direct?” malfoy whisper-yelled. in all honesty he was probably more upset than you were. he was a romantic, and mapped a diligent plan that ended in cornering you and tom in the chat, before leaving with reinhard.
“someone had to create a reason for them to see each other sooner or later,” lestrange shrugged, “and i just made it sooner.”
tom typed his response and immediately placed his phone face down on the table the moment he hit send. a loud whoop sounded from the same place across the library, tom’s queue to find a quieter place to study.
tom: it’s a date ;)
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.”
Friday 8:46 pm
you: so tom isn't short for anything
tom: I do not believe so.
you: what's your full name then
Friday 8:48 pm
lestrange: how's it going with tommy boy?
you: good, we’re talking rn actually
malfoy: ss? 👀
Friday 8:48 pm
tom: Tom Marvolo Riddle.
you: 1 Image Attached
Friday 8:50 pm
malfoy: hellooo?
lestrange: you think they're sending booty pics or something
you: what no, I literally just sent the screenshot maybe its loading
malfoy: bestie I hate to tell you this
Friday 8:52 pm
tom: I do not understand.
your comment section
averybody.loves.avery 🔥🔥🤩
tom.m.riddle Shut up, Avery.
lestranger_things go off then i guess 🙄
tom.m.riddle She will ‘go off’ if she wishes to.
1_andonly_malfoy BESTIE YESS ‼️
tom.m.riddle I am her only best friend.
absolutely_nott_ fineee 😍
tom.m.riddle I will hex you Nott.
walburga-black 😍😍
tom.m.riddle Valid.
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Started: 08/09/2021
Last updated: 01/31/2022
oldest-newest fics (writing improves as you go down haha)
tom riddle
blurbs/fics/imagines
exposing riddle part two
where you expose riddle and his not so tom riddle like hobbies
exposing YOU part two-(hp characters with phones)
where tom has been exposing you long before you have been uncovering his extracurriculars
no texting in the library (+slytherin gang)
where the boys help you initiate conversation with the fine transfer student (hp characters with phones)
now say sorry (+harry potter)
where tom can't say no to you
tom riddle is in the hospital wing (+slytherin gang)
where the boys make an excuse for you to see your crush
back to the future
where you show tom his future if he keeps acting a fool
but those two hate each other (+slytherin gang)
where (y/n)’s besties investigate who she’s been ditching them for (hp characters with phones)
nice try, now move aside malfoy (+slytherin gang)
where you ask the boys to keep tom from seeing you after an anxious moment
abraxas tell you that? (+abraxas malfoy) part dos (+slytherin gang)
where jelly tom still holds affections for you and maybe you do too
kobe!
where rosier is being a chad and tom is not having it
joe mumma
where tom is like ugh fine i’ll help reader out ig 🙄 (+slytherin gang)
got beef?
where calm cool collected husband tom and a son that takes after his mama. lots of face punching in this one.
what a waste of a monologue...
where reader decides to be bold but is surprised with tom being even bolder (+chad rosier)
the hangover
where tom says “story time: kidnapped with my enemy?”
happy christmas tom
where tom is being a lil grinch
diary of a witchy kid
where you end up with tom marvel riddles diary (+slytherin gang)
instant family
where dad tom dad tom dad tom
super spyyyy (short spy/assassin au)
where tom misuses a modern saying
texts (+slytherin gang)
good evening
where you text the cute guy from the book shop
screenshot?
where you send a screenshot to the wrong person
finsta/twitter
comment section (+slytherin gang)
where tom decides to reply to everyone who commented on your ig post
rip that dobby ayyy
where tom is a boomer when it comes to text abbreviations
draco malfoy
blurbs/fics/imagines
smell my shirt
where you make malfoy smell you
my friend hugh
where draco swearsss he can work at a minimum wage job (hp characters with cell phones)
texts (+slytherin boys)
ellen degeneres
where malfoy texts the wrong chat
finsta
comment section
where dracos followers comment on his thirst trap
other
group chats
but first, coffee (+slytherin boys)
where theo shares his morning with the rest of the groupchat
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.
nice try, now move aside malfoy (t.m.r.)
warning: mentions of anxiety
walburga placed the glass of water she got for you on your bed side table. the gentle clink making you open your eyes.
“thank you,” you say quietly, giving her a thankful smile. your roommate gave a nod. a small response, but it was how the Black heiress showed her reserved affections.
wrapping the blanket around you, you turned onto your other side, back facing the door. the coolness of the previously unoccupied side of the bed satisfying your warm body.
meanwhile on the other side of the wall, your other friends worried about you.
“bad day,” lestrange tossed the paper ball up, “it happens,” he shrugged, catching it mid air. avery sat against the opposite wall fiddling with his fingers, wanting to believe his friends calm reassurance. malfoy on the other hand was pacing up and corridor outside your room, guilt bubbling in his chest.
“i don’t know mate, maybe it was my fault. it was me that pushed her to try out for the team, even though she didn’t want to.” he said with furrowed brows. the scene of her running off the field mid game replaying in his mind.
“nah, wasn’t your fault. (y/n) is extraordinary on the broom, she makes an exceptional quidditch player,” nott cut in, dropping the pencil he was using as a mustache from his upper lip. “it was rosier that yelled at her even though she was doing exactly what he said.”
“rosier did what?” all four heads whipped to the new guest to their worry party. rip rosier ayyy.
“riddle,” lestrange greeted, catching the paper ball and tossing it beside him. tom gave a curt nod.
“lestrange,” he acknowledged in return, “nott, malfoy, avery.” avery looked at his peers nervously.
“what brings you here at this fine hour?” nott asks.
“i should be asking you the same thing nott,” the salazar descendant lifts an eyebrow, “in fact, why are you four outside of my girlfriend’s dormitory? was there a sleepover i was not invited to?”
it took a long minute for the rest of the slytherins to realize the joke.
tom riddle made a joke.
a nervous laugh reputed from avery, the rest following him, hoping that riddle had only wanted to make them laugh then leave. now that’s funny.
“speaking of which, i would like to see her-“ immediately abraxas grabs onto the door knob, preventing the boy inches taller than him from twisting it.
don’t let him see me like this, you specifically told them.
“what is the meaning of this?”
“(y/n) is not available for the time being,” reinhard pulls the attention away from malfoy.
“and why is that?” suspicion rises in toms voice as he straightens up his back to look down on the boys.
“menstruation.”
“diarrhea.” avery and nott say at the same time. they look at each other.
“diarrhea.”
“menstruation.”
tom looks between the two expressionless, giving reinhard and abraxas one more look over before turning back to his main purpose.
“nice try, now move aside malfoy.” he gracefully pushes the blonde aside and opens the door, making him cringe at his failure. lestrange shakes his head in disappointment as avery and nott begin to argue like children.
“diarrhea really?”
“it was the first thing that came to mind because of last nights chicken.”
the sound of the door creaking and footsteps ascending made you roll over.
“avery i said- tom!” you screamed in surprise, rolling back and away from his sight quickly, only to have you falling onto the wooden floor.
“my dear, are you alright?” suddenly he was by your side, lifting your chin and checking for any injuries.
“yes, just a light fall.” you reassure, sitting up properly. toms hands never leaving your face.
“now why have you been hiding in your room all afternoon?” the question you dreaded falling from his full lips. the memories coming flooding back cause you to groan into your hands, negative thoughts attacking your mind at once.
what will he think of you? weak? sensitive? getting overwhelmed by the heavy stares of all the other experienced players, watching your every move. no one feels the need to isolate after something like that, right?
“hey, hey we don’t have to talk about it, love. it’s alright.” he comforts. taking in a deep breath, you remove your hands from your face and stare into his beautiful brown eyes.
it’ll be okay
it was finally time to let the wall down.
tom has been supportive in every way. he may not always show emotion or how he’s feeling, but he always made you feel safe. with your challenges shouldn’t be any different.
“i know, but i’d like to.”
he smiles at your response looking at you proudly, bringing your head forward for a kiss at the root of your hair.
❤️ my sexies that struggle with mental health i see you and love you keep going! ❤️
full vid creds to owner.
summary: thomas the train discovers you have a celebrity crush
“water is not wet” you deadpan, not looking up from your herbology assignment.
“yes it is! it’s not dry is it?” nott pushes, “lestrange, help me out here”
“nope” he responds, turning the page of his book.
“you two always to gang up on-“
“(y/l/n).” tom steps into the common room. “a word.”
the two boys look at each other. lestrange gives you a knowing look, shuts his book and gets up to leave.
“i-uh, have to water my cat” nott excuses himself. you watch them two leave in betrayal.
“yes my liege?” you say mockingly, however it seems that your best friend wasn’t in the playful mood.
“what is the meaning of this?” he asks, a bit angry. your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you squint at his phone screen. a recent shirtless selfie of your celebrity crush displayed.
“yeah that’s ____, what about him?”
“read the top comment” he exhales sharply at your nonchalance. you take a closer look, your eyes go front squinting to wide open.
you i’m sobbing and throbbing
“oh my-“
“yes and that’s not all. you comment on every post” he rages, turning the screen back to him and clicking around.
“____ you’re so hot, have my children”
“i am currently ovulating”
“oh no where did my clothes go?”
“do you need a fire alarm because i can scream?” he lists. your face turning a shade of crimson darker after every comment. after sobering from the initial embarrassment, you come to a realization.
“everyone comments those things. why does it matter tom?” he stops reading and looks caught off guard.
“i-i just think that it’s not appropriate-“ this may have been the first time you witnessed him fumbled with his words. what happened to the collected, calculated slytherin prefect?
a smile creeps onto your face.
“riddle, are you jealous?”
joe mumma (t.m.r.)
more chad rosier, can possibly be prequel to kobe! idek rosier like that but i decided to just make him a basura character. |tom x reader. hiding reader trope-my favorite. some slytherin gang action.| possible warnings: implications of chad rosier being a creep, abraxas having a booty so big lord have mercy.
“reinhard…” malfoy stopped struggling momentarily.
“what?”
“i’m stuck…”
“merlin on a tricycle…” lestrange facepalmed with the hand not occupied holding onto the broom, “how?” the blonde tried pushing himself further through the window, collapsing his arms after failing.
“i don’t know i’m just stuck! (y/n) push harder!” he yells behind him.
“i’m trying!” you strain as you continue to push against his butt.
“try harder!”
“it’s your belt-i-i think it’s stuck—”
“girl you know these hips don’t lie!”
reinhard lestrange looked down and noticed the night lanterns turning on, signaling the nearing of curfew.
“get a move on you two! slughorn will be back any minute!” he lectured. right on queue, a prefect on watch was approaching the door, curious at the commotion.
“wait almost there, abraxas wiggle a little!” he obeys and does his little dancey dance. that along with your back pushing against his behind, finally had him flying out the window. lestrange gripped onto malfoys forearm, hoisting him up onto the broom behind him. both boys looking at you expectedly, but before you could even take another step, the door comes creaking open.
“it’s slughorn! go go i’ll cover for you!” you shoo your friends despite their reluctant pleas.
“y/l/n.” you shut the window and do a full 180-crazy, to be met with well, not your detention professor.
“riddle.”
“if i am not mistaken, i think you were attempting to abandon your detention while slughorn is in his meeting.”
“um no…” you deny. he quirked an amused eyebrow.
this should be interesting.
“what else could you have possibly be doing at the window then?” you scramble for an excuse.
“i saw…a bird?”
he blinked.
“a bird?”
“a bird, yes” you said with more confidence. tom scoffs.
“do you find me to be a simpleton?”
“i’m not sure how i should answer that-“
“i’m taking you to slughorn.” the slytherin prefect grabs you by the wrist and pulls you alongside him.
snitch. at least malfoy got away.
“two lemon drop fizzles,” you bribe.
“no”
“three?”
“you can’t bribe me with candy, (y/l/n). i’m not a child.” he says blankly, still stringing you behind him. the grip on your arm much softer now that he knew you wouldn’t fight it.
“and i said—joe mumma!” a familiar voice rounds the corner at the end of the hall, stopping you dead in your tracks.
rosier. audience boo’s.
accamponied by mulciber and black, he was headed straight toward you and the slytherin prefect.
he had to tendency to harass you with his unreciprocated desires to date. whether right now would be another attempt with tom around, you didn’t know, but we ain’t taking any chances tf.
“what is wrong with you?” riddle sighs impatiently.
turning around equally curious and concerned at the silent response. expecting a witty remark, he instead sees you hesitantly stepping behind an alcove…hiding. he followed your worried gaze to the brunette with his head turned to his friend, laughing about something. rosier waves off to his counterparts as they part ways.
as the boy approached, tom tried to puzzle together the connection between you two.
nothing came up.
perhaps even the most observant of people can miss out on other peoples lives when they’re so focused on their own. you were only a housemate, abraxas and reinhards friend, occasionally you two would run into each other at the library, and here and there you would best him in class marks—but not to the point where you became a threat to him. tom didn’t pay you much mine, respectfully. but now that he thought of it, he did recall a few short conversations you and rosier shared briefly between classes and after instruction, but you didn’t seem all the interested-
“riddle, i didn’t know you were on duty for this wing of the castle” rosier interrupts his thoughts. coming back to reality, tom didn’t realize how he had reached him down the corridor already.
suddenly he remembered you. behind him. and his body halfway turned.
“yes, well,” he stands a bit taller and turns fully toward rosier, his back blocking you from his view. “i believe prefect matters are of the concern of prefects, rosier. enjoy the rest of your evening.” tom does his best to end the conversation before it could even start. he had better use of his time, like ratting you out to slughorn.
“right,” you hear him respond, but you didn’t hear the sound of him leaving, making you hide deeper in the space of the wall. “have you happened to see (y/l/n) while on your rounds? i didn’t see her leave potions earlier-“
everything clicked in toms head, his eyebrows furrowing in disturbance, his throat needing clearing. tom squared his shoulders even more, encasing you into the wall. it was starting to get dark in the alcove 🤨
“i have not. and may i remind you that as a prefect, it is my duty to ensure the safety of all students.” he warns.
ooh girrrl. rosier’s confidence is thrown out the window, as he takes a cautious step back, muttering a farewell and scurrying off. a sigh of relief escapes you.
“alright he’s gone now,” tom informs, stepping away from you.
“ah tom! just who i wanted to see!” dear gods. tom grabs your wrist and pulls you back behind him, shielding you once again. he clears his throat to mask your yelp.
“professor slughorn, how was your meeting, sir?” tom asks politely. your eyebrows knit together in confusion rather than nervousness.
was the whole point of this not to bring you to slughorn?
“tom you should be patrolling dungeon corridors, whatever are you doing up here?”
busted.
toms hand squeezes unintentionally as he thinks.
“i saw a bird.” he says emotionlessly.
“a-“ professor chuckles, “i’m sorry, tom. did you say a bird?” you slap your other hand over your mouth trying not to burst into laughter.
“yes, a bird. i was trying to release it out…a window.” you were impressed he kept up with the lie.
“oh very well then,” he processes, “i will see you tomorrow.” tom goodbyes the professor politely. a sigh of relief leaves the both of you.
“a bird…” slughorn chuckles to himself as he walks down the corridor.
full creds to vid owner. i don’t support christian walker or his ideas but boy does he make a meme.
tom to rosier whenever he has the audacity: