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tom riddle—a certain romance.
.ೃ࿐ྂ tom riddle x fem!reader
summary: tom provides a distraction when your period arrives.
word count: 1.1k
fanfic no. 024
tom wasn’t used to being stood up. he’d had no chance to harbour a dislike for the act because it had never happened until now—not that he could recollect anyway. but now that it had, he hated it.
it was basic manners to turn up to something you’d organised, or at least let him know sufficiently in advance if you weren’t able to attend. he felt cheated. and not that he was particularly concerned with his reputation at hogwarts (but he was), he couldn’t let this go.
currently, unbeknownst to tom riddle, you were hauled up in your dormitory, cradling your stomach, hoping that this change of position would relieve some pain. the water on your bedside had long been empty, and the food you’d taken from breakfast was hardening. on the brink of tears, you slipped a blanket over your shoulders and stared at the ground, wishing it would swallow you whole.
tom, on the other hand, was storming through the castle with a stone cold face, lips pursed and hands in his pockets. it wasn’t unusual for tom to strut through the halls like this, but something about his blank stare caused some alarm with the younger students.
“watch out!” a second year hissed, pulling his friend back by the collar as tom flew past.
he barely noticed.
there was sharp knock at your door, and at first you thought someone must’ve gotten the wrong dorm, but it persisted despite you not answering. stomping over to the door, you whipped it open before another knock could disturb the little peace you had left.
“what?!” you seethed, only recognising the person in your doorway afterwards. “oh, tom. what are you doing here?” you asked.
tom screwed his eyebrows together. surely it was obvious what he was doing at your door. he had waited for you in the library for nearly forty-five minutes—he must have looked like an utter fool. how he hated to be humiliated.
“i-”
“oh! oh, tom, i’m so sorry. i completely forgot,” you threw your hands over your mouth guiltily.
tom looked past you and into your room, noticing the strewn sheets, blankets, stale food and tipped over glass on your bedside. then he looked back at you, expression softening slightly.
“are you unwell?” he questioned you.
“in a matter of speaking, aunt flo has come to visit,” you said delicately.
tom made no answer, only continued staring as if asking you to elaborate further to relieve his confusion.
“that time of the month, tom.”
he shifted. “oh.”
you nodded, leaning against your doorframe. the pain had subsided momentarily in tom’s presence, but now that the excitement had died down, it was coming back full force.
tom said nothing, but his eyes poured into yours, and suddenly his anger had vanished and in its place was a much softer emotion he didn’t care to name. he brushed past you into your room, ignoring the questions you threw his way. retrieving your glass and plate of food, he exited your dorm and placed them on a nearby table.
he was back in an instant, pressing his hand to your lower back and silently ushering you back into your own room. he stopped in front of your bed, and you sat down. the next moment he was gone, and you weren’t aware of how long he’d been away, still trying to understand what he was doing and whether he was coming back or if that was the end of your odd exchange.
but before you knew it, he had returned with a full glass of water and a bowl of fruit. he could barely believe it himself. he didn’t care to look after people other than himself, it wasn’t in his nature, nor in his interest. and he seldom did things that weren’t in his interest.
but he found himself in the hogwarts kitchen arranging fruit in a bowl and asking specially for blackberries because he’d seen you eat them frequently.
“thank you,” you whispered, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
he looked down to you, his gaze sliding down his sharp face and onto yours. he didn’t speak much, not unless he deemed it necessary, and sometimes you appreciated this.
“you’re welcome,” he replied, sitting in the chair in the corner of your room, his ankle resting on his knee and hand gracing over his lips as his elbow rested on the arm of the chair.
it was as if he was examining you. you tried not to wince or react to the pain in your stomach for as long as you could, but eventually you couldn’t help it. tom didn’t move a muscle as he watched you.
“do you like to read?” he asked finally, cutting the tension in half.
“yes,” you answered, “my books are over there if you’d like to have a look.”
tom’s eyes flickered to where you had pointed, and he could see several titles from where he was sitting. in one swift movement he got up from the chair, slipped his hands in his pockets and stepped over to your shelf.
he selected a novel from your collection and returned to the chair.
“you can sit over here, you know.”
tom turned, looking at the space next to you on the bed. “very well.”
the mattress dipped with his weight, and you tried to control your pulse from racing just by him being so near. but his scent was intoxicating—he smelled expensive—and his thigh was almost touching yours. it was the perfect distraction from the pain, though you wouldn’t have guessed such a thing.
tom, too felt nervous, and he didn’t like to feel this way. but he suspected that this type of nervousness wouldn’t be as bothersome as the rest. he pushed the tremble in his voice down and opened the first page of ‘a room with a view’.
his deep voice was calming, diverting, too. though lucy honeychurh and george emerson’s story was also, over time his body had inched closer to yours subconsciously, and now you were touching like it was the most normal thing in the world. after a while, you’d moved back on the bed, head resting against your pillows and legs curled up into you. tom had been resistant at first to make himself comfortable, but had done as you asked and situated himself against your headboard.
bravery had taken hold of you nearly an hour into the reading session, and you dared to rest your head against tom’s shoulder. he didn’t stop reading, he didn’t move, but you could feel him stiffen ever so slightly, and then let go.
after a while, he even ventured to twist his pinky finger around yours, forcing himself to awkwardly turn the pages of the book one-handed—though neither of you were bothered about this.
it was quiet, it was intimate and private, and the moment was yours. and though it was only george and lucy who had shared an embrace, you hoped that it wouldn’t be too long before you and tom would share one of your own.
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Touches
Mattheo Riddle:
No matter where you are, Mattheo loves touching you. Pressing kisses onto your neck, placing his hand on your thigh in class, you atop his lap in the common room.
When walking together, Mattheo loves to have an arm wrapped around you, whether it's on your hip, waist or slung around you shoulder, it doesn't matter; Mattheo just needs to know that your there.
Mattheo loves when you play with his hair. It gives him this feeling of safety and domesticity.
Tom Riddle:
Tom is more reserved with his touches when in public, but does enjoy interlocking his hand with yours when walking around Hogwarts. Tom claims it's so you don't try to wander off without him knowing.
He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, and scratch at his scalp when he's stressed with his studies. It calms Tom down and gives him a moment of reprieve from his school work.
Tom does enjoying cuddling as well. He likes to have your head resting atop his chest, while one of his hands are wrapped around you, and another is wrapped around a book you're reading together. Once you're both done a page, you'll flip to the next page, since both of Tom's hands are occupied.
Theodore Nott:
Every time Theo sees you, he engulfs you in a hug, surrounding your nose with the smell of cigarettes and lime. He cranes his neck down so he can press a lingering kiss on your forehead.
You're surrounded by Theo's touch; his lips, hands, and chest pressed to yours, and you find that you don't hate it.
During mornings, Theo loves to wrap his arms around you, - pulling you back against his chest - and press small kisses to the area where your shoulder and neck connect, nuzzling into it.
When high, Theo likes to rest his head on your stomach while you gently run your hands through his hair.
Sleeping with them
Mattheo Riddle
When sleeping together, Mattheo will pull you towards him so that your head is resting against his chest, and will slither a protective arm around your waist. You often find yourself falling asleep to his heartbeat.
He usually wakes up to a mouth full of your hair.
Mattheo loves it when you run your hand through his hair, and use your nails to scratch at his scalp. He usually quickly falls asleep when you do this.
Tom Riddle
Tom likes to watch you sleep. Well, he doesn't exactly like watching you sleep, but more so it feels like he has to.
Tom often gets nightmares about the bombings that happen in England, and there's one specific dream that haunts him.
He'll be walking around the rubble filled streets of London, searching for something. Tom will stumble of what he assumes to be a rock, but when he looks down, it's a hand that leads back to the rest of your body.
It's a terrifying sight that leads Tom to waking up. So yeah. He needs to watch the rise and fall of your chest to make sure that you haven't left him.
Tom Riddle x Reader x Mattheo Riddle Love Triangle Headcanons
Warnings/Includes: Tom & Mattheo are brothers, Fem!Reader, nsfw, toxicity, mentions of drugs and drinking, love triangle
There's no doubt that their both overprotective and possessive over you.
Tom likes to keep your company to himself when it comes to dates. He'll take you down to the chamber of secrets. You both have study dates where he tutors you on whatever class your having a problem with. He also likes to sit by the Black Lake with you.
Mattheo also likes to have dates with you at the Black Lake, and likes to swim in there rather then sitting around like Tom. He takes you to parties and likes to dance with you at them. You both also have study dates, but it's with you tutoring him instead because he was either high during the lesson, slept in, or he just wasn't paying attention during class.
Tom doesn't like to show that much physical affection in public, but might put his hand on your thigh when your both sitting down. But Mattheo loves having you sit down on his lap when you're both in the Slytherin common room, making out at parties, and usually has an arm around you when walking with you.
Mattheo loves seeing you wearing his shirts, whereas Tom likes to see you wearing his family ring.
Mattheo loves making Tom jealous and tries to get a rise out of him. Since they both share a dorm, Mattheo will purposefully be shirtless around Tom to show the scratch marks you left on his back after spending a night with you.
They'd both try to get you to admit that they're better than the other. Mattheo would fuck you hard, trying to get you to admit that Tom can't fuck you as good as he can, and Tom would focus on your pleasure, trying to get you to admit that Mattheo doesn't make you feel as good as he does.
They're both really jealous of each other. Mattheo is more sensitive out of the pair and may come to you for reassurance. But sometimes he may try to start a fight with you, flirting with another girl and then when you get jealous he'll get angry at you. Telling you that you have no right to be angry when you're fucking his brother. You'd got to Tom afterwards to vent and Tom wants to be angry at his brother for upsetting you - and he is -, but he also thinks about how you fighting with Mattheo can make you and Tom closer.
They both don't trust each other with you. Mattheo is scared that Tom will make you get the Dark Mark, and if Tom does, it might result in the biggest fight these two brothers have been in.
Between the drugs, partying, and drinking, Tom believes that Mattheo is a bad influence on you, that Mattheo won't take care of you like he can.
You'll have to choose between them both at some point, because their jealousy and paranoia over the other will get to them, and neither one of them will handle rejection from you well.
A/N: I haven't read the fic that Mattheo is from, so his parts were all based off of what information I could find online😭😭
Harry Potter characters x Reader: You get a lover
Draco Malfoy:
Literally shocked that you decided to date someone who isn't him.
He will insult whoever you’re dating in front of you.
He doesn’t understand what you like about them, and will make it obvious that he thinks he’s better than your partner. He’s rich, a pureblood, and in his words better looking.
He will be more rude to you as time goes on, especially if you both were dating before.
Hermione Granger:
At first, she thinks she’s able to be around you and your partner, but she just can’t.
She’s jealous and upset and needs time to herself.
She knows that it’s a bit unfair because you probably don’t even know about her feelings toward you, but sometimes she lashes out on you.
You’ll notice her strange behavior, and try to talk to her about it.
She’ll confess her feelings when you ask her what’s wrong.
Ron Weasley:
Ron is jealous when he finds out that you’re with someone else.
He won’t be nice to you or them.
You would very quickly realize that he has feelings for you.
You’ll have to call him out on his behavior to try to get him to stop being so rude. Even then, he might try to deny the fact that he’s got feelings for you, if you bring it up.
You both will be arguing a lot more, and you both will try to avoid each other.
"Shut Up Malfoy!"
“Hanging out with mudbloods again, are we?” Malfoy asks, walking up to you.
You had just gotten done studying with Hermione and were leaving the library when Draco came up to you. Hermione had left just before Draco showed up, so you were glad she didn’t hear the mean word targeted towards her.
You start walking away, but Malfoy walks close beside you.
“Leave me alone, Malfoy,” you say, annoyance clear in your voice.
“I think not.” You roll your eyes. He clasps his hands behind his back.
“Really, what do you see in that mudblood?” he asks arrogantly.
“Don’t call her that.”
“And what will you do about it?”
You turn your body towards him and grab him by the collar. “Just shut up, Malfoy!”
He smirks. “Kiss me and I’ll shut up.”
You roll your eyes. You were so done with him.
You let go of him and push him back. He yells something but you run away to your dorm before you can hear what he said.
Catching the Golden Trio staring at you
Pairing: Poly golden trio x reader
You’re in the great hall eating dinner when you feel like somebody is staring at you.
You turn around and your eyes instantly fall onto the golden trio, who are all looking at you.
Harry spits out his drink and quickly looks done at his food pretending like he hadn’t just been staring at you.
Hermione quickly gives you a quick smile then pulls Ron closer to her to get him to stop looking at you like a deer caught in headlights.
You turn around, suddenly feeling self conscience.
No but like how was JK Rowling transphobic and also described one of her character's voices in HP (I don't remember who) as having a "fruity" voice
The math isn't mathing here ;)
Snow was swirling against the icy windows once more; Christmas was approaching fast. Hagrid had already single-handedly delivered the usual twelve Christmas trees for the Great Hall; garlands of holly and tinsel had been twisted around the banisters of the stairs; everlasting candles glowed from inside the helmets of suits of armour and great bunches of mistletoe had been hung at intervals along the corridors.
HOGWARTS + winter & christmas aesthetic 🎄❄️☃️🎁
concept: along w/ a lightning scar, theres a patch of white hair on harrys head where the spell hit him
N I C E
James Potter never lived in a world without Lily. She was born first and died second.
Shrewd Slytherin
We are Slytherin. We are green and silver. We are the crushing of the waves. We are shadows and currents.
We are the calm before a storm and suggestive smirks in class. We are the legends that linger forever. Sometimes our tounges are sharper than our knives. Sometimes our smiles are more cruel than our revenge. Our condolences. We are the heroes that lived too long. We are the Kings and Queens of Kings and Queens. And heavy weighs the crown. We are the moon in the sky and the snow on the ground. We are the ballet dancers that rock. We are the northern lights in the polar night. We are beautiful and sharp and crystal clear.
And breakable.
We embrace our shadows and keep our chin high. And sometimes the dark comes seeping in. Sometimes our own weapons turn against us. Sometimes it’s hard to keep the head clear. To focus. Sometimes our control crumbles. And is taken away. Sometimes it’s impossible to hold on.
Sometimes I realise my mistake. And sometimes I ponder if I am one. And then they are there. Screaming: Yes. Yes, you are… Someone who can’t even do this simple task.
Sometimes I hide from them. In my room. I can hear them scream and yell downstairs. Upstairs. On the other side of the door. And sometimes I am happy that I am so lonely. Because at least I don’t have to listen to them. And sometimes I think: Why bother? At all?
But then there you are: The calm after the storm. The boulder in the stream. My rock. And your voice is soft:
“Want to feel alive?”
And I chuckle. Because you have come to know me so well. And you take my hand and lead me away from them.
And we conquer the world. We hoist our colours and take a gulp of freedom. We are the snake with its cunning and wisdom. We are the sea. A roaring and a calm. And we will write history and prophecies.
Because we want to.
{However, please, don’t push me.}
But imagine...
Sad gryffindors trying to cheer up by telling themselves over and over again that they are brave and that they will get through it. That they will never give up and that they know that they can do it. Sitting in the common room and starring into the fire , reminding themselves that after every night comes a new dawn. They would snuggle themselves into the big, red, fluffy blanket that lie around during winter time and wait for the house elves to tell them that they do a good job. In return the elves would beam at them , get the some hot cocoa and scones and tell them what a kind soul they are. That they can cry, that they don’t have to be strong all the time even though that it what their house is known for.
Helpless hufflepuffs that are curled up in the herbology room close their eyes to inhale the soothing scent of flowers and herbs and spices. Magical plants that shower them in golden, flying drops and wipe away their tears. Fireflies would light up the dark in the room and the flowers would start to glow. The old plants would start to hum and to sing and make the pain of being at a loss go away. Hufflepuffs being comforted by they steady pulse of nature breathing in and out. Hufflepuffs showing their vulnerable side to magical flowers that would bury them in little, colourful pedals and tickle them to make them smile that beautiful smile again.
Clueless Ravenclaws . So when they have a block in their mind they accio their broom into their room and go for a flight just before the dawn. They are joined by testhrals and after the battle of hogwarts almost everyone can see them. They would be in the middle of the pack and be escorted to a safe place in the woods where they could sit down in silence and listen to the sounds of the forest. The creatures would lean into the pupils and comfort them with the presence. Ravenclaws being able to let go and fully relax and start thinking like a normal person again. The animals watching over them and making sure they get back safely.
Lonely Slytherins, when the pressure of making sure to always be the first and the best threatens to break them they sneak out of the castle at night and go down to the lake. They would sit in silence under the nightsky and stars and listen to the swapping of the waves. The merfolk would always watch them and when they deemed the time to be right they would swim to the students and take them by the hand, pull them into the water and swim with them. They would give them gillyweed and they could dive into the dark depths where mystical, magical creatures roamed and glowed and the squid would make sure that they are always safe and they would only be able to leave the lake when they were truly at ease and the voices in their heads were gone.
MAGICAL CREATURES BEING THERE TO HELP THE STUDENTS. MAGICAL BEAST BEING SWEETHEARTS AND CARING DARLINGS TO MAKE SURE THAT THESE TINY , LITTLE HUMAN BEINGS WOULD HAVE A BETTER LIVE THEN THEY HAD.
most heartbreaking harry moments:
the breakdown in dumbledore’s office after sirius dies
“but sirius did not reappear”
spending all night watching james and lily in the mirror of erised
trying not to cry when mrs. weasley hugs him after the third task
kneeling by dumbledore’s body as the crowd gathered around him
visiting his parent’s graves in godric’s hollow and wishing he was under the snow with them
clutching dobby’s body outside of shell cottage
“stay close to me”
Draco Malfoy in the books
If you didn’t read the books you wouldn’t know…
Draco Malfoy personally made the Potter stinks buttons and nobody could fix them to say Harry was cool and shit, if they tried it would only make the insults worse
You wouldn’t know Draco Malfoy was always right behind Hermione in grades
You wouldn’t know Draco was seriously the most animated person at school and acted out everything.
You wouldn’t know Draco got deeply offended when people didn’t laugh at his jokes
You wouldn’t know Draco created the Weasley is our King song, tune and all. (Probably in the shower or something because he’s such a weenie)
You wouldn’t know Draco and Ron got into a fist fight in their first year
You wouldn’t know about the huge knock down drag out between Draco, Harry and the rest of the Slytherin and Gryffindor quidditch team in their fifth year. (Harry and Draco just fucking tackle each other and start whooping each others asses and it’s amazing.)
You would miss out on basically everything Draco says and does. He’s a walking gold mine and It’s upsetting the movies didn’t devote a few seconds for any of his shit (Azkaban did an okay job)
You wouldn’t know about the Weasley is our king buttons he made in fifth year either
You wouldn’t know Draco didn’t actually try and fight a Hippogriff he was just petting him and offhandedly said that he was ugly. He didn’t sprint over to him, he actually did all the bowing and what not.
If you didn’t read the books you wouldn’t know that Draco is the most annoyingly smart and artistic little shit you’ve ever heard of.
...I have no idea....I'm actually almost sorry, but I did say this week would be based on crack ideas.....
I may try to draw sketches earlier in the day at least a few more times the next couple weeks. Because now I'm safe to sleep after I get home from any days that start later then most.
Daily Sketch #8 Happens to be Drarry.....I think I redrew Draco's face...too many times. Bleh.
Hi! I saw that the friendship template is back, so here it is! Its open for anyone!
@immagrosscandy and @wandsandrings!
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!!
@immagrosscandy s so I drew their Oc Candy; and here it is!:
New character: Amari and baby Hale!!! What more can you want???
So its not my fav drawing but i spent a week on it lmao
sfhdkfdfkdj it looks really bad but jhadshsa
My oc in a outfit I like
Here my girl is! Im not really happy with it but :/ (You can send in asks for my ocs and stuff :)
(Also the sketch!)
