“safespace” platonic!yandere!og michael myers & gn!bullied!teen!reader [oneshot] ! !

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description; For a while now, you've been using the old Myer's house as a home base of sorts; previously, your bullies had never dared to rush in after you, too afraid of the history of the house. That changed one fateful Halloween night, and unknowingly, you'd just sealed yourself into a fate different from death, but not much better.

The Haddonfield Boogeyman has taken a liking to you, and that's not something you can easily retreat from once it happens. Not safely, for that matter.

additional notes; this is. extremely long and I managed to write it within two days. help. i hope you enjoy it, because it was actually really fun to write. it might be in a bit of a different style than normal, because i've been reading. so much junji ito & gothic lit and i don't know if that affects anything.

warnings; bullying, possessive behavior, overprotectiveness, Michael being unsettling, discussions of past murder (judith primarily), violence, blood & gore, murder/murder of teens (reader's bullies), slight/implied neglect (reader's parents are very lax), soft michael (as soft as he can get), kidnapping/imprisonment, and if there's any I missed, please let me know!! i do believe this is the most intense (?) one i've posted so far?? mayhaps?

w/c; 10.2k (OH SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL!)

michael and teen!reader:

oneshots | ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ!ᴛᴏᴍ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

wordcount: 3,1k

You were aware going out to hunt that one rare potion ingredient that night was a mistake. Yes, it was only available during full moon and then only for two to three hours—but you knew for a fact that you wouldn’t be the only one looking for it. And running into Snatchers really wasn’t something you wanted to risk.

But when Harry himself came asking whether you could look for them that night, you knew how urgent it was. The Order was so close to running out of healing potions, and if you denied—

You sighed and agreed.

── .✦ skin | theodore nott.

the breakup happened in a raucous way: cruel words, hurled in raised voices, were thrown into the wind that slipped through the open windows as a gentle breeze. nothing there was delicate. nothing was meant to be forgiven.

insecurity. that was the foolish reason that resulted in the separation of two souls destined to be one. there was no flirting with girls you thought were prettier than you. there was no abuse, no toxicity, no violence of any kind that could justify the end. just fear.

you never gave theo a single reason to doubt what you had, even though boys from every house looked at you with hungry eyes—he hated it, it’s true, but it was never a point of conflict between you. in that regard, theo was secure to a fault. he knew his appearance was lethal, that no bastard in hogwarts could ever compare. he knew those grey eyes, always on the verge of boredom and irritation, could make women wage wars and men beg for a ceasefire. so when some audacious fool dared to look at you for more than two seconds, he would simply cut the offender down with his naturally stoic expression, his hands staking their claim on your hips. mine, the gesture said.

but above any physical artifact he possessed, theodore knew you weren’t with him for that. he knew what you felt for him was one of the most genuine and pure things in existence—things that should never have been destined for someone like him. and that’s where the insecurities ate him alive like patient worms.

theodore nott was broken beyond any possibility of repair. and not even you—with your gentle touch, your sheltering words, and your stubborn love—could fix him.

he had been through too much. he had watched his mother—also known as the only source of light before you entered his life—slip through his fingers like water, torn away by his father’s cruel wand. since that moment more than twelve years ago, the sweet, gentle boy phoena had raised was buried, giving way to a cold, dangerous man—a ticking time bomb. it was only a matter of time before you realized it, and then, merlin… you would leave.

everyone did.

so when theodore’s fate was officially sealed and the dark mark was carved into his dominant forearm, theodore broke up with you. he threw sharp words, cruel lies—anything to make you hate him. anything to keep you from looking for him. you were a garden of the most beautiful flowers, and theo was the acid rain that would kill every trace of color in that place. it wasn’t fair for someone as pure as you to be with someone as stained by life as he was. you deserved better, and if theo had to hurt you with words so you’d realize it was only a matter of time before you saw who he truly was—not the boy who needed tenderness and affection and had only ever received violence, as you yourself had said months earlier—but someone dangerous, someone doomed to hell, then he would do it.

just as he did.

the spark in your eyes died in the most painful way a man ever witnessed. you didn’t understand why he was saying those things—this wasn’t the theo you loved. the theodore who had won your heart was emotionally scarred, yes, but never—not even in your rare arguments—had he spoken such cruelties. he had never hurt you. none of it made sense. it didn’t make sense, and you refused to believe what you were hearing.

the weeks that followed were merciless. dark circles settled beneath your beautiful eyes. you wondered what had gone wrong. when everything had begun to crumble. when theo had stopped loving you the way he said he did. why he had done this to you. maybe he had finally realized he could have anyone he wanted, and you weren’t as beautiful as his blinded eyes once believed? or as interesting? perhaps he’d seen a body that made his mouth water in a way yours never had?

for theo, things were just as difficult. all the light in his life had been officially extinguished. his duties as a death eater grew more frequent, and his calloused hands were now stained with blood. his mother would be so disappointed in him—for pushing away the sweetest girl he had ever been with. the only one he had ever loved. so, cigarettes multiplied. sleep disappeared. food lost its taste, and theo watched you during classes and tortured himself at the sight of how equally miserable you looked, and still being unable to wrap his arms around you.

when rumors about the dark mark and his name spread, he spiraled. he had never cared about rumors surrounding his name—he was a nott, after all, and he was more used to that than to speaking italian. but then they started talking about phoena. they said she would hate him now, for having aligned himself with the supremacy feeding the imminent war.

he tried everything to numb himself. drugs. alcohol. fights with loud-mouthed, shit talker idiots. he did it all, but nothing calmed his turbulent heart.

he had only one last option—one last option before he did something irreversible. one final way to end years of suffering and finally reunite with his mother, if a god he had never believed in was merciful enough to grant him heaven.

with hurried, heavy steps, theodore made his way to the tower where your dormitory was, unconcerned with the late hour or the curfew that could bite his ass at any moment. with his sly slytherin finesse, he slipped into your dormitory using a simple spell he had used countless times to surprise you before you returned from class.

you were there, beneath a low yellow light beside your bed, a book open in your hands that your sad eyes weren’t reading. sad eyes that snapped toward the opening door, toward a figure far too familiar entering—no, invading—your sanctuary. “theo?” you said, stunned, immediately noticing how it looked as if a truck had run him over. his grey eyes were frighteningly empty and hollow, as if the little light that once lived there—light that shone brightest when he was with you—had drained away. his hair was a mess, and the first buttons of his wrinkled white uniform shirt were undone.

he was not well.

that was enough for your heart—overriding your rational mind—to make you rise from your bed in your pajamas and walk toward the man who had hurt you, but whom you still loved unconditionally—even if you didn’t quite know it.

“i have no right to be here,” he said bluntly, without pleasantries. “i know that, and i’m sorry for showing up out of nowhere. i know it’s late, and i know i’m the last person you want to see right now… but please. please, let me stay here with you. for five minutes, if it's all you can spare me.” theo’s eyes looked frantic, and as he spoke, he cursed himself for how tired you looked. his voice was equally desperate, and you recognized the signs of what could be a breakdown “please, just—”

you don’t let him finish. your arms pull him into a tight embrace; the embrace you never should have left, the embrace that was more of a home than any four-walled building had ever been. your eyes closed as theodore’s natural scent—eucalyptus, cigarettes, and a gentle, nearly imperceptible trace of his cologne—flooded your senses, leaving you dizzy. he returned the hug with equal force, nearly crushing you against his chest.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, piccola, i’m so sorry.”

the lines of your rational mind blurred. your brain told you to step away from the man who had hurt you, but it was powerless against your aching heart, which whispered that he truly needed you now. that you knew the monsters he fought daily in his unstable mind. that you knew if you didn’t hold him together, no one would.

you slowly pull away from the embrace, wanting to look into his clouded eyes, to recognize any hint of what might be happening to him. but he doesn’t give you the chance—before you can even open your eyes, his mouth is on yours.

familiar, warm. bruised. delicious.

you reciprocate, wrapping your arms around theo’s neck, having to stand on your tiptoes to reach him. his mouth opens, and theo’s warm tongue nudges your lips, asking for permission to enter. you part your lips, welcoming that familiar muscle into your mouth, savoring the familiarity of it all. god, how many long kisses had you shared during the time you were together?

you couldn’t remember. you couldn’t remember anything, really—not when theo’s tongue swept through every corner of your mouth, leaving no spot untouched, the only sound in the room being the wet noises your mouths made. “forgive me,” he says between kisses. “forgive me. i need to talk to you, i know,” he sucks on your tongue, “but not now. let me have you. please.” theo’s mouth leaves yours, trailing down to your neck—that delicious neck that’s been hidden by scarves countless times to conceal the hickeys he left. wet, sloppy kisses are scattered across your skin. “i promise we’ll talk, and i’ll get on my knees if i have to so you’ll forgive me. please, just let me have you first,” he begs.

the moan that escapes from deep in your throat, combined with your fingers gripping his messy hair, is all the confirmation he needs.

he hooks his arms under your legs, picking you up and carrying you to your bed. he lays you down on the already rumpled sheets with care, terrified of hurting you again.

with nimble hands, he unbuttons your pajamas, gently lifting you to pull the fabric off completely. as usual before bed, you’re not wearing a bra. theodore’s hungry hands grab your breasts, his thumbs tracing your areolas in a painfully sensual way. jesus, how you’ve missed his touch.

he gently pinches your nipples, twisting them between his fingers in that way he knows makes you see stars. your back arches, and his hands hold your shoulder blades, keeping you sitting up on the bed, within reach of his demanding mouth. theo’s hot tongue circles one of your nipples while his hand continues to pinch the other. his teeth sink into your flesh until you let out a strangled moan, your eyes rolling back in pleasure; your thighs clench, already feeling the wetness dripping into your panties. theo releases one breast and repeats the motions on the other, then brings them together with both hands, burying his perfectly chiseled, god-sculpted face between them, his hot, soft tongue licking you.

theo lays you back down on the bed, his hands releasing your breasts. his mouth descends on you again, leaving a trail of saliva from the valley between your chest to your stomach, where he finally pulls your pants and panties down, exposing you to the gaze of those troubled eyes. “you’re always so shy, love… always hiding this skin.” he kisses your groin, drawing a loud moan from you. “even more beautiful when there’s nothing on your body blocking my view.”

impatient, he slides his wet tongue over your slit. “fuck,” you moan, gripping the sheets with all your strength.

he nibbles your clit, your pussy pulsing against his mouth. “mhm,” he groans, eyes closed as he finally indulges in the feast that calms all his nerves.

you grind your pelvis against his mouth, your hips rising and falling, chasing, seeking, needing something. he nibbles, sucks, and licks your clit again, smirking sadistically as he watches you writhe against him. theo devours you with enthusiasm, his hands holding your hips that desperately seek more friction, without any shame. he licks you hungrily, and finally, his tongue penetrates your entrance, holding your legs wide open. theodore pulls you closer, and just when you think you’re going to die, you cum so hard against his tongue that you feel like you might pass out, your muscles exploding in blinding pleasure.

theo pulls back, releasing your legs from his grip and finding your mouth again in another hard kiss. theodore discards all his clothes while you taste yourself on his mouth, so sensually that you feel ready to cum again; his cock springs free as he gets rid of his boxers. “i missed you, bella,” he whispers, already aligning his throbbing cock against your wet pussy. he strokes your folds with the tip of his pink, leaking cock. “so wet and ready for me…” he says, his italian accent thicker now that his restraints are slowly coming undone.

slowly, theodore slides into you, his heart pounding in rhythm with his cock. theo feels like a soldier returning home after so long at war, now finally over. he buries himself deep in your pussy, moaning as loudly as you, feeling how wet and aroused you are for him. “fuck,” he groans, already breathing heavily before he even starts moving, waiting for you to adjust to his size again.

then, he moves. slowly at first, until he thrusts his hips and fucks you hard. theodore’s cock swims in your cunt like a boat sailing the caribbean, delivering rapid thrusts that reflect the longing he feels for you, slowly killing all the monsters that eat his brain alive. “i missed you so much, piccola,” he repeats.

you feel like theo is divine, too divine, because no human could bring such pleasure to another. his thrusts are deep, easily hitting your cervix, making your palms sweat against the white, rumpled sheets. the headboard and canopy shake with the force of his thrusts, and any student passing by in the hallway would know exactly what’s happening in that room from the obscene, wet sounds. “you’re all mine, baby,” he moans, his hips grinding against your skin. “your pussy is mine.”

the orgasm that hits you is overwhelming, and theo smiles as he feels that particular spot that makes you unravel around him every time. your legs and hips tremble, but once you calm down, his thrusts come back even harder, theo now chasing his own release.

he grunts, feeling the heat building in his groin, the masculine sound making you even wetter, although you just came. soon, without warning, he tenses, spurting all his hot cum deep inside you, his cock pulsing as a loud, familiar roar escapes theodore’s throat, that is breathing heavily.

finally, he pulls out of you and collapses beside you on the bed, sweat glistening on your foreheads, breathing heavily with your chests rising and falling rapidly, theo’s cum dripping out of you. he pulls you close just like he did before, burying your head against his hairless chest, massaging your scalp. “you are perfect.”

but you don’t hear him. you’ve already fallen asleep in his arms.

you were like a band-aid for his broken soul. and theo bitterly regretted the mistake he’d made with you.

but that would be discussed tomorrow morning. for now, all he wanted was to drown in your scent, your body, and most of all, in the hope that you’d take him back.

more.

© govnder, 2026.

i would love to see him begging and going out his way to prove he'll change for reader

late kinktober episode.

this is nasty. enjoy.

roll the tape…

“i dunno, i’ve never really thought about it.” jj shrugged, eyeing you as you folded clothes. you shared a look, a knowing one. a look of ‘i’m not against it, just never really crossed my mind.’

and that’s how you ended up sitting back as you watched two blonde boys fighting for dominance with their tongues.— really showed how much of men they really were. you smiled, running your fingers through jj’s hair as his hand rubbed your thigh. rafe couldn’t help but mirror his actions, moaning into his mouth. they were more into it than they’d ever care to admit, but the second you leaned forward, they parted their faces, a string of saliva between them as they both fluttered their eyes open, meeting yours.

“don’t stop on my account.” you smiled widely before rafe practically jumped on you, kissing your lips. you moaned not only from the taste of jj on him, but the way he pressed against you, his clothed cock twitching against your leg. jj took that opportunity to reach around, unbuckling rafe’s pants.

he wasted no time pulling them down, pre-cum leaking on your bare leg as you bit back a moan.

jj’s hand found rafe’s shoulder, rubbing it gently as he used his free hand to rid rafe of his boxers. he stared at the sight in awe, letting out a shaky breath. rafe’s hand darted to your panties, rubbing your clit through the soaked fabric before pulling back to look at you. his hands roamed your thighs as your eyes darted between the two blondes. “fuck,” you muttered out, biting back a moan as you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip. “shit, i love you.” jj mumbled out, high off the sight. rafe only let out a breathy laugh in response before he pulled your panties to the side, far too impatient to get them off of you.

all three of your guys’ clothes piled on the floor as rafe aligned his cock with your entrance, giving you a quick look to make sure this is still what you wanted, jj’s face mirroring his. you nodded, grabbing onto rafe’s arm before he slowly slid himself into you, letting out a groan.

“fuck me.” he spoke, keeping his hips still before he pulled them back, pushing them back in no later than 5 seconds after. the feeling of you tightening around him made him let out a shaky breath, all the while jj couldn't tear his eyes away. he was liking this a tremendous amount -- more than he ever thought he would. he quickly got on the bed, calloused hands going to caress your face, thumb hovering over your lips as spoke softly to you, rafe continuing to ruin your hole with almost a little remorse.

"shh, it's okay baby."

"sound so pretty."

"i know, i know."

tears pooled in the corner of your eyes. these two men taking care of you while simultaneously ruining you made everything feel otherworldly. then you got that familiar feeling in your stomach. you were close already which was almost..embarrasing. but as quick as rafe got inside you, he pulled out of you, gold chain dangling, chest red and heaving as he looked down, seeing the ring of cum around his cock. the mess you'd created, at that. he gave the both of you a cocky smile-- typical.

"almost came inside you, mama. watch it." rafe muttered, tapping your thigh before he pulled his head back. you looked up at him, vision slightly blurred, skin hot. jj caressed your arm, moving his body to get on you, a thick piece of his blonde hair falling into his face like it usually did when he was on top of you--without fail. he gave you a small smile, wiping a tear from your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you, long enough for you to get impatient, but short enough to keep you wanting more.

rafe circled the bed, jj looking up at him before rubbing his tip against your slit, sucking in a harsh breath. jj grabbed the side of your hip, gently pressing into your skin before sliding his cock inside of you, grabbing your legs and putting them around his waist for stability.

sure.

you'd already adjusted to rafe's size, so it was no problem adjusting to jj's. he wasted no time thrusting into you, "fuck, babe. so warm." he grunted, his eyes darting between your face, your hand gripping the sheets, your tits, and the sight of cock moving in and out of you. rafe took that opportunity to touch your face, admiring your puffy lips and glassy eyes. sadistic fuck he was.

while you lips were parted from the amount of moans you let out while jj hammered into you, gripping at your tits like his life depended on it-- it almost did, rafe leaned down for just a small second, holding your face as he let a small sliver of spit fall into your mouth, rubbing your lips while he smiled, seeing you swallow.

"good fuckin' girl."

jj almost bottomed out at that, letting out a 'fuck' before leaning down to mark your neck. it's like they were having a competition with each other. men.

rafe glanced down at you, tilting his head as you fluttered your eyes open, watching him closely, your hand that wasn't ripping holes into the sheet now finding jj's hair. rafe gripped the base of his cock, pulling your lip down until you opened your mouth, sliding himself past your lips. he didn't move, just watched as your lips took his tip in so graciously.

and when he slid in a few more times?

you were a goner.

both holes being ruined. and you liked it. they were going to continue ruining you, and you'd take it.

'cause two's always better than one, right?

ꜱᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ // ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ

Part 1 : Jailbird

Based on this request!

Theodore Nott + fem!dealer!reader. Spliffs + Cuss words.

Other fics of mine. If you have the time.

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

Desc. : You're catching on.

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"decisions, decisions." BABE YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AAAAAAAAAAAJJGGHJK

trouble, teddies and tethers prefect!theo childhoodbsf!theo.

wc: 5.8k

summary: theodore signed up as a joke to be a prefect, but when he actually gets the position, things change. now, all he seems to care about is enforcing the rules, desperate to prove himself. what used to be a lifelong relationship filled with love has now turned into one of chastisement and disappointment.

a/n: part 2 will be coming, i fear. haven't proofread yet, whoops x

i'm fine guys frfr no lie

dove - mattheo riddle

─✶⋆.˚ 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰, 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰

summary: fed up with the way the slytherin boys create chaos without consequence, someone seeks to bring them down a notch by going after the one thing their strongest loves most: you.

word count: 6.6k 🫣

soundtrack: heathens - twenty one pilots

author’s note: i promise this isn't deranged, there is ample flangst and a mattheo that would burn the world to the ground for you ♡

warnings: this is relatively dark (for me anyway!) reader is attacked + kissed/touched against their will. mentions of blood, knives and violence.

If you'd heard it once, you'd heard it a thousand times.

Be careful. He's dangerous. You don't know what you're getting yourself into.

JESUS- this is just perfection

this is so criminally perfect

beauty and the beast (m.r.)

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Word Count: 9.3k

Summary: Mattheo Riddle, the infamous heartbreaker, gets his heart broken.

Part 2

A/N: this is my first fic ever for matty but basically what happened was i read @redeemingvillains's amazing amazing fic called 'Dove' and it made me feral and i wrote this when i was supposed to be studying for my finals

im not so sure abt it lol because i feel like it's all over the place but this is what happens when i get depressed and get inspired at the same time

so, i hope you enjoy the product of my academic burnout and procrastination

also vee i hope you like the fic cuz ur most definitely my celebrity crush hehe 👉👈

THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER PLSSS

Tom Riddle x Reader Masterlist

Oneshots

One was enough-Horcrux Toms x Reader-Smutshot

A perfect match- Tom gets love potioned and becomes obsessed with (y/n), thankfully she gets him the antidote but he is now genuinely interested. romance, and murder, ensues.

Switching worlds-(y/n) gets into an accident and ends up switching with a Harry potter version of herself, who is somehow dating the young dark lord. Tom does everything in his power to make sure his (y/n) comes back. smut included

The girl who shattered time-Long fic! (y/n) gets sent back to the 40's by a broken time turner during the battle of Hogwarts. She cant get home on her own, during this time-she develops a rivalry with Tom Riddle, the Slytherin Prefect; then they fall in love, then she finds out he's Voldemort (Happy end)

Through time and space, you're mine.(The girl who shattered time alt end); (y/n) goes back to her time instead of staying with Tom, but he followers her in an unexpected way. But there's no dark lord so....yay???

Through time and space; you're mine (Part 2!); (y/n) eventually meets Core Tom and Thomas(Voldemort and his 'son'), ending up at the Riddle manor for the whole summer. she eventually comes to terms with this new reality and allows herself to love him again. (SMUT)

New perfume? Smutshot- (y/n)'s perfume gets tampered with Amortentia and Tom goes hogwild for it.

A Fathers love-less of an X reader(but still has (y/n) included) and more a story about Mattheo Riddle and his father Voldemort. Mattheo calls out for his dad-needing to be saved. Voldemort doesnt disappoint.

Happy Memory- Tom tries and fails to produce a patronus, its not till his favorite nuisance helps him find a powerful memory to make one that matches hers.

Vamp! reader x Tom- theres a vampire that is lurking around the forbidden forest, Tom doesnt really care until he notices a fellow student looking ill, and has a hunch. smut included.

Salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink.- Tom takes a whiff of Amortentia and discovers a load of scents he didnt know he liked. he figures out all these scents actually belong to his best friend.

Panic- DADA class has a practical lesson with Boggarts. Tom has a panic attack in reaction to his boggart and (y/n) helps.

fuck you(my pleasure) Fem Tom x Fem reader- Tiana Riddle hated (y/n). she really did...right? (shorter fic, smut included)

Stupid with love-more of a funny fic/platonic x reader- Tom thinks love is stupid-he just doesnt get it! (y/n) on the other hand is just like 'dude you're ace, not broken.'

mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mom-; Tom Riddle is a simp for his buff hufflepuff quidditch player of a girlfriend. (blurb)

teaching-(y/n) thinks her boyfriend Tom sucks at kissing. Tom takes it as a teaching moment. (blurb)

Weirdo- (y/n) bites Tom. he thinks his girlfriend is weird. (blurb)

stained- Tom let (y/n) buy new lipstick. big mistake. (blurb)

Cheated- Tom's girlfriend cheats on him with (y/n)'s boyfriend. on valentine's day no less. Tom and (y/n) get their revenge and end up falling in love. smut included.

Craving-smutshot; (y/n) is craving her boyfriend. he obliges.

The bet- (y/n) bets Tom she can make him whimper within 5 minutes. he thinks otherwise.

imagine-you're a fashion designer and Tom is your personal model.(art included :D)

Herbology Detention, smutshot- Tom somehow gets detention and ends up knocking into a plant that is a natural aphrodisiac (wonderful idea in a school full of hormone-ridden teens), (y/n) is with him, and his only option.

imagine-a relationship with Tom. (how you (blank) fic)

Golden hour- Tom is utterly in love with (y/n) before they're even together, and also while they're together. just shit ton of fluff with smut at the end, mostly Tom just being a dork.

Truth or Drink(and spin the bottle), smutshot- Tom gets dared to admit who he wants to snog-he doesn't, but he does get a kiss from the girl hes wanted to snog. he kisses her back. They have sex in the common room.

his musician-Tom overhears the violin music of a fellow student, one he doesn't catch a glimpse of till much later.

Haunted- Tom uses the basilisk to make his first Horcrux-except something else latches onto his diary, and then-to himself.

playing house- (y/n) and Tom meet again after many years, and very quickly-things change in her life.(stalker Tom)

his right-hand woman-(y/n) is Voldemort's closest follower, Bellatrix gets jealous.

meeting the mother - Tom has (y/n) meet his mother.(blurb less than 800 words)

Bunny Bunny- (y/n) accidentally uses bunny hair in her polyjuice potion and gains bunny ears and a bunny tail. Tom cant keep his hands to himself.

Odd Pair- Tom and (y/n) Lovegood are...odd together, but good, her easy going airy demeanor easing his troubles, even when he's buried in school work.

No innocents- The order takes Voldemort's wife in an attempt to make her betray him-to give up information. She refuses. her death results in Voldemort taking revenge for his wife.(inspired by castlevania)ANGST

Morning distraction- Anon request; (y/n) distracts Tom from his morning workout with a kiss.

Once upon a Time- (y/n)'s children request a story about a villain she once defeated.

i would take a bullet for you(just to prove my love)-(y/n) has been murdered, Tom is haunted by the whispers of her voice, mocking him.

Big brown puppy dog eyes- Tom is so down bad for a girl that he lets his followers turn him into a puppy.

Day at Hogsmeade- you drag Tom to hogsmeade, and make him carry your bags AND make him try a shit ton of candy.

Unbreakable vow- Tom forces (y/n) to make the unbreakable vow with him.(Anon request)

The dark lords lady- you're his love, his only soft spot, and even though you're mostly soft spoken, it means no lack of respect for you from any Death Eater. (anon request)

Everything- you'd been taken, why? you weren't completely sure, it was for some sort of information, but they'd gotten nothing from you. weeks go by, and finally-you're saved, but not by someone from the light side, no, its someone you thought you hated since you met. Tom Riddle, son of Voldemort.

Tomcat- Feral cat(Tom) meets animal lover(you)

A dream or a nightmare? - Anon request; all horcrux toms BUT it’s her first time(Smut!)

You deserve Better- anon request; after being left behind by your friends, again; Tom speaks up.

Sick day for mom - Tom Riddle is a man of many skills, he's also a father and husband, and when his wife gets sick; he has to brave the forces of his three children all alone.its not as easy a it seems, even for Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Always there- (y/n) hurts her arm and Tom comes to her rescue quicker than anyone can say 'jinx'. he vows that he'll be there for her always, from minor bites to breaking bones. (hi i got hurt and needed to write about it)

Yapper and Yapper Jr- Tom Riddle's youngest daughter is a yapper, just like him-even if its just babbles and noises. he, of course, 'understands' every word, providing translation to his wife who fondly watches on.

Trying new things- Tom gets pegged <3

Runaway with me- Tom asks (y/n) to run away with him after discovering she's pregnant and her parents are trying to marry her off and abort the baby within her.

Makeup - (y/n) is prepping for her halloween look, Tom, her boyfriend, doesnt get it, and gets makeup'd

Multipart fics

Change(Man in the mirror) You are Harry Potter's cousin, thrice removed(something like that.) and there was only one person you hated in the whole world. Tom Riddle. yet it seems...he doesn't feel the same way anymore.

Goblet of fire era, you and Tom are 17, lots of fluff, angst, humor, a bit of smut, and YEARNING on Tom's side, you hate his guts and he loves it.

Part 1 Part 2

The diary of Tom Riddle(just a link to the main masterlist for that, im too lazy to go through all them lol) 6 parts Total with 3 different endings.

The dark lords Nanny (y/n) becomes Tom Riddle's, or lord Voldemort's, nanny for his two-week old son since no other nanny seems capable of handling the boy, or at least seem capable of NOT trying to seduce the dark lord. as she grows attached to Mattheo, and Mattheo to her, another relationship blooms between her and Tom.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

The summer of 1942 Tom's orphanage chooses to send its children into the countryside for the summer-that includes Tom. He ends up going to a classmates house and they run a dog shelter. He ends up having the best summer ever, making new friends, and developing a new appreciation for animals. And beignets.

Part 1 Part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13

Wild Uncharted waters Tom gets saved from drowning by a fellow student-he doesnt remember their face-only their voice. it becomes his mission to find this-siren.

Skeleton-part 2 to wild uncharted waters. Tom found his siren, now its onto (y/n)'s pov. and someones stalking her.

Rumor has it Rumor has it Tom Riddle has a crush, on who? no one knows but him. but it wont stay secret for long. Part two- they're married and in love now and have a kid. so much fluff in both parts.

Not sorry for loving you Tom and (y/n) are childhood friends, they fall in love, but Tom is doomed to have a tragic story, leaving (y/n) to suffer alone.

Part 1 Part 2 Alt Part 2 (happy ending)

How did we get here?(i used to know you so well) Old story! 2023; Tom and (y/n) have a hidden relationship at hogwarts, he falls for her hard, she cant help but to fall for him to, but Tom is doomed for tragedy, and she's forced to watch him fall into darkness, refusing to follow.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

From birth you'd been promised since birth, the both of you-to each other. marriage, children, the works, all before you were even born; you were set to marry the dark lords son. Tom. Both of you arent quite sure how to do it, any of it, but...you'll make it work.

Part 1 Part 2

To be regularly updated!

Theodore Nott x Fem!Slytherin Reader

CW: Blood is kind of vividly described, slightly obsessed/dirty minded Theo

Theo entered the Great Hall grumbling.

He sat down grumbling.

And he glared at his utensils grumbling.

i think my heart just fluttered

Tell me what you need

inspired by “Champagne Coast” by Blood Orange

pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Female Reader

summary: Mattheo loves to tease you for being a “bookworm,” but beneath the smirks and your quiet deflections, something far more dangerous simmers—something neither of you can ignore the moment you find yourselves alone, just beyond the noise of the party.

warnings: smoking, mentions of weed, reader is under the influence of alcohol, suggestive implications (very slight though)

!all characters are over the age of 18!

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@acourtofchaos ᴡᴇᴇᴋ 2 - ᴀᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs. sᴍᴜᴛ! ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ/ᴋɴɪғᴇ ᴋɴɪғᴇ. ʜᴀᴛᴇ sᴇx. ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ. ᴘɪɴᴠ. ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ. ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ.

You meandered the familiar hallways of Hogwarts, the scent of rain hitting your senses as you pasted by a window full of mini water droplets. The loud sound of your footsteps echoes. You stopped for a moment to oberse a painting hanging on the wall, but the footsteps still coutined. That's when it hit you. It wasn't your footsteps. You quickly turned behind you.

It was Mattheo Riddle.

You two didn't particularly get along.

"It's past curfew L/n." He spoke, his tone very calm. "You're out too." You state, clearly annoyed. "In case you didn't remember, I'm a prefect." He smirked. You noticed something off about him.. His eyes were almost fully black. His pupils were very, very dilated. "I could give you detention.." he mumbles. "You wouldn't dare!" He smirked wider. "Then maybe you could do a favor for me instead." You furried your brows at his offer. "What favor?" You asked, backing up slowly. "Mattheo, you're acting werid." You stuttered. That's when he grabbed you by your wrists as he dragged you. "What the hell are you doing, Riddle?!" But he didn't respond. He simply just dragged you off, his hand twitching with every other second.

After a few minutes of questioning him, he brought you to his dorm. He shoved you onto his bed, the fabric silky. He licked his lips as he walked towards you. You took a deep breath in, taking in his scent. You couldn't help but feel turned on, as you looked up at him.

He walked even closer. You felt the coldness of his body radiating off him. He looked down at you. "Are you going to help me out, L/n?" He asked. You knew what he was asking. But what you ddint know, is that besides fucking you so hard you forget your own name, he also wanted something more. He wanted your blood. He was hungry, and he had been starved for way too long. He needed blood, and you were the first thing he saw. Usually, he would lead some clueless person to a closet, kill them, then suck them dry, then throw their bodies in the black lake. A few days later, he sat at the great halls with his peers, listening to Dumbledore rant about a missing person, and how you shouldn't walk around alone.

You nodded, just wanting to taste him, his lips. He gripped your shoulders as he slammed his lips onto yours. You groaned slightly as you grabbed his curls, feeling the soft hair. He whimpered at your touch. He grabbed your waist. His thigh in between your legs, you felt your lower stomach get warmer and warmer with every touch from his.

As he pulled away, you felt two sharp pains in your bottom lip. You reached your finger up to feel, you tasted a strange metal taste. Blood. Mattheo shushed you with his finger before going back for more, kissing you dumb. His tongue entered your mouth, fighting for dominance. "Oh - fuck!" You yelled at the pleasure from his kiss. He smirked, and that's when you saw it, his fangs.

"Mattheo.." You began. "Your..you have..fangs?" You spoke, your voice barley audible. He smirked wider, brushing his tongue over his two fangs. "Your..a?" You paused. "What? A vampire?" Mattheo whispers, his tone low and sexy. "Y/n, please. Let me taste your blood. I need more of you." All you could do is nod as you pulled him in for more. "Take off your pretty little clothes for me, doll." He whispered in your ear, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. You stared right into his eyes as you slipped off your skirt, revealing your white lace panties. He whispered a curse as he ran his fingers along the hem of your panties, licking his lips. You then began to slowly unbutton your blouse, Mattheo helped you as he gently threw the shirt onto the ground.

"You're so fucking perfect-" He mumbles, speechless. He ran a cold hand along your body, and he flipped you over, making you lay on your stomach, your ass high in the air. "Let me mark you as mine now. Can i do that, doll?" He asked once again, making sure you're comfortable of being used for whatever he pleases. You nodded. "Words, love." You took a shakey breath. "Yes, mark me as yours, Riddle." You whispered, getting more wetter by the second. He reached in his back pocket as he pulled out a shiney metal pocket knife. He ran it along your back, not enough to cut skin.

He stopped right above your ass. He placed a steady hand on your side as he used his free hand to carve something into your lower back. You bite your lip at the pain, but your mind was overwhelmed at the pleasure. It was an intense feeling. He carved another letter. You whimpered at the pain. "Shh," he begins. "Almost done." He says. You felt hot, thick liquid running down your back, staining your underwear. Mattheo leaned in closer, slowly licking your blood and cleaning up your back. "Fuck, you taste so good.." you shifted at the stinging feeling, Mattheo held you down with his big hands. "Guess what i carved into you.." he coos. "Hm..what?" You respond. "M.R.," He answers. He carved his initials into your back, marking you permanently. This turned you on extremely. You began to feel very needy for him. He took another lick down your back, sucking all the blood from the fresh wound. You arched your back more from the overwhelming pain and pleasure. Mattheos hand roamed around your ass. "Let me help you feel good,baby." He whispers, his crotch area brushing over your ass as he leaned over to your ear. This made you even wetter than you even are. "Yes, please, Mattheo." You moaned. He flipped you back over, his hands dangerously close to your throbbing cunt.

"Mm, please touch me." You begged. "So needy for me, I love it." He smirked. You looked at his lips, hints of your blood still stuck to his lips and his fangs. He noticed you looking at his lips. He pulled you in closer by your back as he kissed you. His hand now rested in between your thighs, softly caressing your skin. He pulled away from your soft lips as he kneeled before you, his mouth just inchs away from your pussy. He didn't waste anymore time as he simply ripped your panties off. You were to horny to even realize or get mad at him. You needed his tongue so badly. You grabbed the back of his head, guiding him. The second his tounge met your clit you titled your head back, whimpering. He slowly swished his tounge along your clit in circles. You squeezed your thighs against his head as he coutined. He licked your opening, tasting your juices. "F-fuck!" You screamed out. He loved the sound of your screams.

After a while, he finished, and he stood up, brushing his knees off, fixing his pants. "Im not done with you yet." He mutters. He unzips his pants, leaving him in just his black boxers as his pants pool around his feet. You could see the wet stains. You licked your lips as he slowly pulled them off, his dick bouncing out and hitting his stomach. He smirked at your reaction. "What do you want to do?" He asks you, you looked up at him. "Please fuck me.." you begged him, your eyes filled with lust. "Gladly." He coos, as he spits in his hand, rubbing it along his length. He flips you over, your ass perfectly in his view. He slowly enters you, allowing you to adjust as he begins to thrust into you. You moaned loudly as he entered you. "Does it feel good?" He asks you, playing with your hair, intangling his hand in your hair. "Mm - fuck! Yes!" You answer. "You're taking me so damn good. Might have to start using you like this - fuck! - Once a month!" You wanted to respond, but all your thoughts were clouded. You could barely remember your own darn name. The only thing circling throughout your mind was his name. "Mattheo!" You screamed. He smirked.

"Im..I'm close -" you stuttered out, your eyes rolling back. He began to toy with your clit. You arched your back even more, his dick feeling so good inside you. He could feel your walls tighting. "Come for me. All over my fucking cock." He mutters, hovering over your neck. That's when he bit your neck, hard. You scream in both pain and pleasure. The feeling was so overwhelming. He sucked your blood as you came. He cursed as he pulled out. You took a deep breath as you were out of breath. "So good." He murmurs, taking a hand and tasting your juices, he sucks his fingers.

"Now, are you able to help me?" He asks. You nodded helplessly. You wanted to return the favor he gave you. So you kneeled down before him, you gripped his thighs as you began to suck, he rolled his head back as he whimpered. You never heard such a better sound. It was like music to your damn ears. It didn't long for him to snap. He gripped your hair harder, unable to form a proper sentence, signaling he wanted to come as well. "Mm, Y/n..please." He murmurs. "Please what, Mattheo?" You asked, a smirk to your face. "Cum. Let me cum please." He mutters. "Go ahead." You reply back. Mattheo lets out another whimper, as hot seed pours into your mouth. You coutined to jerk him off as you licked up all his leaking cum from his tip.

He spits out a few more curses as he kisses the top of your head. "You did so good." He says, his tone soft. You stood up and gathered your clothes that were lazily thrown onto his ground. "Same time next month?" He asks you, also gathering his clothes. "Uh, yes..sure.." You mumbled as you walked towards the door. "See you next time then, darling." He chuckles as you walk out, clicking the door close. You placed your back against his door, thinking:

what the fuck just happend?

"same time next month?" how about the next year and the year after that so on and so forth?

𝓛𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓘𝓷

PART 2 TO LOCKED OUT

Description: Slytherin!fem!Reader and academic rival!Tom finally get a chance to continue their unresolved business from before. (SMUT WARNING)

A/N: This was set up so well for a part 2 I couldn't resist. This is my first time posting smut so I hope you enjoy, because I have some more planned 😈 But seriously, hope you guys like this part 2!

Warnings: Smut (explicit) and bad language.

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Ebony hair. Dark eyes. That smirk. Long, pale fingers that would feel incredible on your bare skin. You wanted them everywhere on you. You wanted him everywhere on you, in you… 

“Are you alright?” 

The concerned voice of your friend, Eleanor, pulled you from your thoughts, making you jump a little as you looked over at her in surprise. She was watching you sceptically, a slight frown on her face. You’d nearly forgotten she was there.

“Oh. Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” You said with a smile, quickly trying to cover up your awkwardness by dipping your quill into your inkpot, all business-like. Unfortunately, your odd behavior didn’t escape her notice. 

“You know, you’ve barely been doing your work for the past thirty minutes,” she pointed out, gesturing with her quill at your half-finished Arithmancy essay. The parchment hasn’t had a new sentence added to it since you arrived at the library and your brain traitorously wandered off to the same subject it had been going to for days. 

“Yeah, I’m just a little… distracted. I have prefect duty tonight.” You shrugged, hoping she wouldn’t poke around anymore. You weren’t sure how in the name of Merlin you’d be able to explain you were fantasizing about Tom Riddle, should she ask what you were thinking about. He was supposed to be your academic rival, the one infuriating person who scores higher than you and who you were supposed to hate! You were definitely not supposed to wonder how his lips would feel on yours and how he’d feel inside of-

Shut up!

You flashed another smile at Eleanor and she eyed you suspiciously for another moment before turning back to her work. You breathed a sigh of relief before dipping your quill into your inkpot again and bringing it back to hover over your parchment. It took all of twenty seconds for a flash of mahogany eyes to appear in your mind’s eye and you were lost in a daydream yet again. 

Riddle slides his hand across your neck and down your arm, letting it ghost across your skin. He lowers his lips to your collarbone, pressing a light kiss there before letting his mouth descend further down. He snakes one arm around your waist, pushing his hand up your shirt until he reaches the clasp of your bra. Gently nipping at the skin of your chest, he unhooks the bra and slowly drags it off of you, beginning to pull your shirt up as well. He lifts his head and his eyes pierce into yours, all darkness and hunger and you can hardly-

“...hello?” For the second time, Eleanor’s voice brought you back into the present moment. You jolted out of your fantasy and she gave a long sigh, rolling her eyes in exasperation. 

“I don’t know what’s been up with you recently, but you have patrol in thirty minutes,” she said, pointing to the clock behind you. You glanced at it and muttered “shit,” before starting to shove your things away. 

“Thanks for letting me know,” you said sheepishly, buttoning your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. She nodded and then gave you a knowing look. 

“I hope whoever’s on your mind finds a way to get out of it,” she said, and you winced. Great. You hadn’t been as subtle as you’d hoped. 

You left the library, hastily making your way back to the Slytherin common room so you could freshen up before patrolling the halls. You’d barely gotten any work done today- well, actually for the past week- and you were beginning to get more and more frustrated. The sooner Riddle left your mind, the better. You’d had a strange interaction with him once and suddenly he was all you could think about. 

You muttered the password to the common room and shoved away the reminder of you and Riddle outside that very same door less than a week ago. The last thing you needed was to zone out during your prefect duty. 

Hurrying across the common room, you threw a quick glance around to make sure Riddle was nowhere to be seen. You somehow hadn’t seen him since he’d… almost kissed you (or whatever had come close to happening). Now that it had been nearly a week since that had happened, you were dreading running into him again. You just knew it would be awkward and uncomfortable as hell. Besides, with final exams approaching, your mind needed to be clear and focused on studying, not coming up with some stupid daydream of you and him frollicking across the grounds holding hands or something. (Of course, your daydreams about him never went down such… appropriate paths.) 

You dropped your bag on your dorm bed and shrugged out of your casual outfit, changing into your prefect uniform for the night. As you did the buttons to your shirt, you tried not to think about how badly you’d wanted Riddle to rip them away during your- Merlin, what could you even call what happened?- encounter. 

You huffed a little as you grabbed your robe, swinging it over onto your arms. Really, this was an incredibly inconvenient development. You and Riddle had been perfectly fine as rivals! Why did he have to go and almost kiss you? And make you want him to? Rivals shouldn’t be wanting to kiss each other. 

Pinning your prefect badge onto your robe, you resolved to put the encounter you’d had with him out of your head for the night. You had to focus on your patrol. But as luck would have it, the second you opened the common room door to leave, you came face to face with-

“Riddle.” You stopped short, frozen in your tracks as your hand dropped from the door in surprise.

He stared back, clearly having not expected to see you there either. His hair was perfectly smoothed back, as always, and his eyes glinted dark in the muted light from the common room. Your heart jumped a little as you looked at him, remembering how close he’d been to you the other night. Was he going to say something? Kiss you right then and there? Your mind started to whirl with the possibilities before noticing the way his gaze hardened. He didn’t seem happy to see you. 

Quite the opposite, in fact: he flicked his eyes away from yours as he stepped past, making sure to create a wide berth between your bodies. Without a word, he disappeared around the corner of the common room and you let the door swing shut, still frozen in place. 

Yep. Definitely awkward.

You were a little shaken up but forced yourself to lift your head and straighten your robes before setting off down the corridor on your patrol. 

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Two hours later, the sharp click of your shoes on the stone floor was the only sound that echoed through the halls of the castle. It was late at night and nearing the end of your patrol, so you were doing one last sweep of the second floor before heading back down to the dungeons. The corridors were deserted and dark, except for the faint bluish glow of the moonlight streaming in the windows. The portraits were all snoozing and there wasn’t a ghost in sight, so when you saw a flash of movement out of the corner of your eye, it immediately caught your attention. 

Pulling your wand from your pocket, you strode towards whatever you saw, preparing to cast Lumos or Stupefy, depending on what had caused it. 

“Who’s there?” You called quietly, eyes narrowed as you tried to make out any shapes in the shadowy corridor. Nothing made itself known, but you got the distinct feeling that you were being watched. You stopped next to the door of the girls' bathroom, casting your gaze about suspiciously. Still, you couldn’t see a thing. 

Then, almost so inconspicuous you nearly missed it, you felt the light but slightly uncomfortable feeling of someone attempting to read your mind. 

Riddle. 

You quickly shut your brain down with Occlumency, but not all of it. You made sure to leave a little part of your thoughts unprotected, allowing them to be penetrated by Riddle. He was clearly a skilled Legilimens, considering his efforts had nearly escaped your notice and had successfully remained undetected the last time he did it, but now you were prepared. 

You let your annoyance and confusion at him fill the space of your mind you had left exposed, focusing on how strange he’d been acting earlier, allowing him to feel some of your frustration before immediately turning your attention to wondering what had been the cause of the suspicious movement. Just a little flash of your thoughts to give him something to think about. If he could tempt you, you could tempt him. 

You felt the poking at the edges of your consciousness draw away and knew it had worked. Part of you hoped he’d make himself known now, the other wanted him to remain hidden in the shadows so you could return to the common room without another interaction with him 

Luckily- or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it- he stepped into the light, tall, dark, and imposing. He wasn’t supposed to be out this late, no one was except for prefects. But of course he was. Despite being a model student and maintaining a spotless record, Riddle broke more school rules than you’d ever seen anyone break before. And he still managed to get away with it. This time, though, you wouldn’t let him escape breaking curfew without a consequence. 

Maybe you were being slightly petty. 

“You’re out late,” you remarked, lowering your wand as he stood there, still partly obscured by the shadows. 

“As are you,” he said. You tapped your prefect badge in response. 

“I’m supposed to be,” you said, tone slightly charged. “You aren’t.”

He straightened up slightly but remained still. “What are you planning to do about it?” He asked in a voice so low it sent a slight shiver through you as tilting his head to the side, eyes marginally narrowed. A small flame of anger sparked in you. Was he teasing you? Trying to see how you’d react? Was he doing this purposefully? 

You were struck with how similar this was to what brought about the near-kiss with him last week: one of you staying out past curfew, the other tasked with giving them a consequence. The only difference was that Riddle hadn’t written you up last time, but you were planning to give him detention now. 

“Write you a slip for detention, of course,” you said matter-of-factly, pulling a pad of paper and a quill out, already starting to write him up. You heard a small laugh and before you could even write his name, a pale hand was placed on top of the paper pad, lowering it down. You cut your eyes up to him, indignant. 

“Ah, now we don’t want that, though, do we, darling?” He asked in a smooth voice, cocking a brow as his eyes bored into yours. The nickname aggravated you, making you tense up slightly in annoyance. Yes, he was definitely teasing you on purpose now.

He took another step closer, stopping less than a foot away. He was so close you could smell his cologne. The same one from last time, you thought, and a small smirk grew on his face at that as you realised you’d unconsciously lifted the barriers against Legilimency and he could freely read your mind. You quickly shut it down again, angrily forcing him out of your thoughts. 

“Maybe you don’t, but I do.” You pulled the paper away from him, stepping back and continuing to write the detention slip. “At least I was in the library when you found me out past curfew last time. You were just lurking in the shadows.” 

Riddle went silent at this, which was never a good sign. You glanced up despite logic telling you not to, and was met with a slightly foreboding smirk on his face. 

“Have you been thinking about our last encounter a lot, darling?” He asked, apathetically enough, but you could feel the undercurrent of tension in the loaded question. If you’d let him, he could’ve fully read your mind and figured out just how much the memory had been plaguing you. If you told him now, then you weren’t sure what his next move would be. Would he attempt to pick up where you’d left off, or continue avoiding you like he had been all week, which had left you frustratingly perplexed?

“Have you?” You countered, pocketing your quill and ripping off the detention slip. “You have detention, Riddle,” you said, pushing it unceremoniously into his hands. “Saturday at ten.” 

He lifted the detention slip, inspecting it like it could be counterfeit. “Hm,” he said, turning it over in his hands. “What a waste of paper.” Then he tore it in half. 

You clenched your jaw, glaring at him as he looked back defiantly, a smug smile on his face. Merlin, he was such a prick!

“Problem?” He asked innocently, and that’s when you lost your temper. You took a step closer, tilting your head up so you could maintain eye contact with him. 

“You just blatantly disobeyed a prefects’ order. Of course there’s a problem.” You snapped, glowering into his eyes that had a glint of challenge in them. 

“I am a prefect too, as I am sure you’re aware. I can simply invalidate the detention slip,” he said, so smugly confident and completely aware he was the cause of your anger. From the looks of it, he was enjoying it too.

“Only you would deign to be so difficult,” you hissed, stepping closer until you were nearly toe to toe. He looked down at you, smirk still in place. 

“And why should I stop, when the reaction it incites in you is so… pleasing?” He murmured, and all of a sudden you realised just how close you were standing. 

“Pleasing?” You echoed scathingly. Your first instinct was to pull back, to step away before there was a chance for anything along the same lines of what happened before to happen again. But a little flare of fury in you told you to stay, and vex him the same way he had to you. 

“Pleasing?” You repeated, with a more musing tone rather than an angry one now. You dragged your eyes from his down his body and up again, making sure to take a couple extra seconds to look at his lips before meeting his gaze again. “Mm, I like the sound of that.”

You took another step closer, having to almost completely tilt your head back to look him in the eye. Your chests nearly bumped up against each other, and you gently placed your hands on his arms. He glared down at you, a muscle working in his jaw and evidently caught off guard by the turn this interaction had taken.

You were playing with fire, you knew it. If you went too far, you’d get burned. 

But then again, maybe that was what you wanted. 

You lightly drifted one of your hands up his arm and across his shoulder, much like the way he had done to you except in the opposite direction. Placing your palm against the back of his neck, you toyed with the hair there, letting your fingers sift through it and watching the way his breathing got quicker. 

“Who knew you liked when I’m authoritative?” You smiled, using your other hand to trace across his chest, making sure to flick his prefect badge off kilter. He wasn’t on patrol tonight, he didn’t even need to wear it. But of course he did, perfect Riddle. 

“It’s really too bad I can’t use Legilimency,” you continued, biting your lip and feeling him stiffen beneath your touch as his eyes zeroed in on the motion. “I would just love to know what you’re thinking right now.”

Without warning, Riddle brought his hands up to your waist and backed you up to the wall, head bent low so his mouth was hovering over yours.  

“I can hear what you’re thinking, darling,” he hissed, lightly stroking your torso with his thumbs. “I can hear you wishing I’d fuck you.” 

Your breath caught and your mouth fell shut, the previously confident words disappearing as you felt your throat go dry. He leaned in closer, so close you could feel his heartbeat against your chest.

“I can tell you what I’m thinking, too,” he said, voice silkily smooth and laced with danger. “And I’m wanting to fuck you as well.” 

He leaned down and your eyes closed, ready to hungrily meet his mouth, but before your lips could touch he pulled away. Your eyes flew open in fury, about to tell him off, but then you heard the telltale footsteps of somebody approaching. 

Riddle had stepped back fully, and just in time. Professor Dumbledore emerged from the shadows, looking between you and Riddle with an expression of intended ignorance. It was clear he knew what had just (nearly) happened, but was choosing to pretend it hadn’t. 

“Good evening,” he said. “It is rather late for two model students such as yourselves to be out. I believe prefect patrol ended just a few moments ago, if my watch is correct.”

You blanched. You had forgotten all about your patrol. You shot Riddle a dirty look, since he had made you forget, but his eyes were fixed on Dumbledore. 

“Certainly, sir,” he nodded, the perfect picture of obedience. “We were just heading back.”

Dumbledore nodded as well, turning to look at you over his half-moon spectacles. “Please make sure you return to your dorms promptly,” he said with a knowing smile before stepping past you, his long robes swishing behind him. 

You waited until he rounded the corner to turn and glare at Riddle. “Really?” You snapped. “Dumbledore almost caught us-” You stopped your sentence halfway. What had you been about to do? Snog? Makeout? Tumble into the nearest empty room and rip each other’s clothes off? “...You almost got us in trouble.” You finished. 

“Had we gotten into trouble, I was not the one who incited the incident,” he said, not looking at you as turned on his heel and set off for the staircase leading to the lower levels of the castle. 

You let out a groan and followed him, letting your footsteps echo pointedly on the floor as he led you back to Slytherin common room. He didn’t look at you once, but nearly snapped the password at the door once you arrived. 

It swung open and you couldn’t help but let out a scoff. “Didn’t forget the password this time, hm?” You muttered, pushing past him to the staircase leading to the girls dormitories.

“Your behavior is horrendous at times,” he bit out at your retreating form. 

“And you’re an incorrigible prick,” you snapped back, whipping around to face him, your eyes ablaze with anger and ready for an argument. But he had already turned his back and was stalking away towards the boys dormitories. 

You glared at his back for a split second longer before stomping the rest of the way to your dorm. 

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The rest of the week passed without any more interactions with Riddle. Seeing him again had only made you think about the situation even more, and you had barely been able to focus in class due to the anger that always started simmering in your veins whenever you thought of him. Noticing your lack of focus, your friends had convinced you to come with them to the Gryffindor party that weekend, telling you it could help take your mind off things and maybe even give you the distraction of another boy to place your attention on instead. You hadn’t told them it was Riddle yet, but they knew it was something having to do with a guy. 

So on Saturday night, you put on your favorite dress and headed to Gryffindor Tower with your friends. It was around ten, and the party was packed with people. You spotted students from every house, recognizing a few familiar faces from your classes. The one person you didn’t see, however, was Riddle. But you pushed the thought of him out of your mind, trying to follow your friends’ advice and enjoy the party without dwelling on him. 

The party was fun and lasted into the early hours of the morning. It neared one with no sign of stopping. You hadn’t found anyone to “distract” yourself with yet (and honestly didn’t want to), but when a nice boy from Ravenclaw approached, your friends practically shoved you into his arms. 

The two of you danced for a bit, but you couldn’t help wishing it was Riddle’s dark brown eyes you were looking into instead of the boy’s green ones. 

And speaking of his eyes… 

You caught a glimpse of someone glaring at you from across the room, clutching their goblet of firewhiskey with a grip so tight their knuckles were turning white.

It was Riddle. 

And his eyes were shooting daggers. 

Your heart skipped a beat at first, but then you almost scoffed at his expression. He looked jealous. But he’d had two opportunities in less than two weeks to do something about it if he really felt anything for you, and you were done with the near misses. 

Still, you were finished dancing with this Ravenclaw boy, so you removed yourself from his arms when the music came to an end, heading back over to your friends. 

“So? How was it?” Eleanor asked when you stepped up next to her. You shrugged. 

“Fine. But I don’t think it helped.” You frowned, thinking of the way Riddle’s glare was burned into your brain, and she sighed. 

“Well, it was worth a shot. Whoever you’re thinking about must really be worth it, then.”

Your thoughts turned to the guy standing across the room, all darkness and danger and intoxication. You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your skull. 

“I don’t know about that, but I can’t seem to get him off my mind,” you muttered, and took a swig of firewhiskey. 

The party continued on for a while until you decided you were done and wanted to go back to your dorm. You had prefect duty later that day, and had to make sure you were well-rested lest your mind be filled with pointless thoughts about Riddle again. 

Excusing yourself from your friends, you left the party and were nearly halfway to the winding staircase leading to the castle’s lower floors when you heard the sharp clearing of a throat behind you. You closed your eyes briefly in frustration, already knowing who it was. 

“What do you want, Riddle?” You asked in irritation before turning to look at him and immediately getting startled by the speed and anger of which he was walking towards you. With quick, determined strides, he stalked up to you, eyes glinting hard and sparkling with wrath. 

“You are intolerable,” he hissed, towering over you. “You insist on teasing me and making me jealous. Why?” 

“Making you jealous, really?” You scoffed. “You teased me first!” 

“You hardly pulled away.”

You clamped your mouth shut at that, knowing you couldn’t deny it. Still, you were seething with anger and wanted to take it out on him. 

“If you wanted to kiss me, you would’ve done it already,” you said wildly, and Riddle’s eyes narrowed into slits, glinting ruby red in the dim light. 

“I was under the impression academic rivals do not want to kiss each other. Or is that not what you’ve been thinking?” He snapped. 

“You’re right- they don’t. So why did you try to kiss me?” You countered, crossing your arms. 

“Why didn’t you stop me?” He retorted, and with that, he stepped past you, robes brushing roughly against your arm. You let out a scoff. 

“Oh, don’t you dare walk away from me!” 

You chased after him, nearly having to run to keep up. He was headed further into the corridors of the seventh floor, not slowing his pace even as he heard you stomping after him.

“Riddle,” you called sharply. He kept walking, not even flinching at your words or pausing his stride. You let out an aggravated sigh, continuing to stalk after him as he abruptly turned a corner, leading you down a corridor with nothing but a tapestry on one of the walls. All of a sudden, he turned on his heel and whirled towards you, eyes alight with rage. 

“You are impossible,” he thundered, stalking at you before turning on his heel again and pacing the other way. “You are infuriating and maddening and get on my every last nerve.” He turned around, coming towards you again. “You insist on scoring higher than I do, out-competing me for everything, and then refuse to leave me alone.” He spun yet again, stalking back down the corridor away from you before pivoting back to you once more. “You are in my mind during every second of every day and I do not want you to leave it!” 

With that, he grabbed your elbow and tugged you towards a door that you were certain hadn’t been there before. Without giving you time to respond or even process his words, he yanked the door open and pulled you into him before it could shut. Your lips met and immediately it was the most fiery, all-consuming kiss you’d ever experienced. 

His hands grabbed at your waist, clutching you into him as you plunged your hands into his hair, pulling at the strands and hearing him groan into your mouth. He swiped his tongue at your lips and you opened them without a second thought, relishing the feeling of his hot tongue on yours. 

His arms swept around you, pulling you closer into him and you wrapped one arm around his neck, forcing his head down to yours. His lips moved against yours, crushing your mouths together. You experimentally bit lightly at his lip and when he let out a strangled sound, you smirked against his mouth and leaned in more. 

One of his hands made its way to your throat, holding it with a light but firm pressure as the kiss deepened. You could barely think, barely breathe, and-

Fuck. You’d forgotten all about oxygen.

You reluctantly pulled your lips away from Riddle’s, inhaling deeply as your lungs filled with air once more. You were still gasping for breath, but you didn’t think you’d ever been more satisfied to need air. Riddle’s hand was still on your throat and yours were still pushed into his hair. Well, one of them was. The other somehow made its way to his chest and now your palm was resting against it so you could feel his heartbeat. 

You looked up at him and couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face. He hadn’t torn his eyes from you and his chest was still heaving like yours.   

You leaned your head back and steadied your hand on his neck, grinning up at him. “Finally,” you said, and he shook his head, a smirk quickly growing in his face. 

“I second that,” he drawled, leaning in to press another quick kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, you sighed contentedly. 

“I have to say, I’m very glad you tore up that detention slip from the other night,” you told him. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have come to the party and this wouldn’t have happened.” He rolled his eyes, looking fondly down at you. 

“I suppose I have to agree,” he conceded, gently squeezing your waist. You grinned and pulled your arms from around his neck reluctantly. 

“We better get back to the common room, though,” you said. “Before Dumbledore catches us out again.” 

He nodded, though his frown let you know wasn’t happy to leave the room. You weren’t either. If it was up to you, you’d stay for the rest of the night (or longer). 

Reaching for the door handle, you pulled at it only for it not to budge. You tried again. Nothing. 

“Uh…” you stared in confusion at it, only to hear an understanding laugh coming from Riddle. You glanced up quizzically, surprised to see a smirk on his face. 

“It would seem you have discovered one of the quirks of this room,” he said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “This is the Room of Requirement. It changes its interior and properties in accordance to the needs of the person who summons it. I summoned a place for us to… interact undisturbed.” 

You looked around the room with interest, noting the regal yet intimate atmosphere. There was a velvety looking couch to your left, a wall of books that stretched to the ceiling, and- your heart leapt- a bed in the far corner of the room.

“You wanted this room?” You asked, not sure what to make of the fact it seemed Riddle thought he needed a bed for whatever interaction he’d had planned with you. An image of him throwing you down on it flashed through your mind and you quickly altered that previous statement with a fluttering in your stomach. You knew exactly what to make of it. 

Riddle nodded, still smirking down at you. “Yes. And as it would appear, you do not want to leave so the Room is… helping us with that, so to speak.” You cut your eyes down to the suspiciously unmoving door. 

“The Room locked us in?” You said, a small, understanding smile forming on your face. Riddle hummed in agreement, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“The only question is… what do you need to do in here?” He murmured suggestively, voice low and dangerous. You grinned a little, stepping closer and roping your arms around his neck. 

“Hm, I’m not sure,” you teased, biting your lip in the way you knew he liked. “Maybe we could study for our exams, or discuss what feedback Professor Merrythought left on our essays-” 

Riddle interrupted you with a kiss and you couldn’t help but smile into it, pulling away just enough to get your next words out. 

“On second thought, I think you know exactly what I want,” you muttered before pressing your lips onto his again. He laughed into your mouth, immediately bending down and scooping you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he backed you up towards the couch, leaning you over the arm of it and promptly climbing on top of you. 

“Isn’t there a bed in here?” You gasped, breaking away from his lips long enough to catch a breath before his mouth descended onto your throat and you couldn’t breathe again. 

“Too far,” he grunted into your neck. “Need you now.”

Oh Merlin, you probably could’ve come from that alone. Riddle slid his hands up and down your torso, brushing his palms teasingly over your breasts and you arched your back up, overtaken by sensation and that satisfied little laugh he made at your reaction. His hands reached your thighs again and found their way under your dress, pushing the material up as he ascended his fingers across your bare skin. 

One touch of his hand on your breast had you moaning and you felt him grow even harder on top of you, his grip getting a little firmer as he kneaded at your chest. You wrapped your legs around his torso, pushing yourself into him and he broke away, eyes dilated and lips swollen. 

“Do you want to do this?” He asked, moving one of his hands down to your thigh and sliding it up and down. You nodded, already breathlessly pulling him back into you. 

He kissed you for a few moments more, sliding his hands all about your body and relishing finally being able to touch you that way until you bit at his lip again and something in him clearly snapped. 

He pulled his hands away and you heard the clinking of his belt buckle, followed by a louder clang when it hit the floor. His lips remained on yours as he shoved his trousers down, frantic to get as close as possible. 

Positioning his hips against yours, he continued to kiss you, sliding his tongue against yours and lightly grasping your neck with hand, while the other made its way down to your panties. 

“I like these…” he whispered, fingers toying with the lace fabric. You frowned a little at the strange comment.

“Yes-”

“..but I like them better off.” He finished and the sound of ripping fabric filled the air, but you barely had time to process it before he kissed you again and-

Fucking hell, this man was incredible. His fingers moved against you in such a perfect rhythm you were sure this was a dream. He seemed to know every spot, every little thing you need that it wasn’t long before you were panting and chasing your high, seeing stars form at the edge of your vision

At the last moment, his fingers were pulled away, only to be replaced with-

“Tom-” you gasped, clutching at his shoulders. 

“You can take me, darling,” he murmured against your skin, biting slightly at it. “Just breathe.” 

And then he slid in. Immediately, every other thought and feeling vanished as you were overtaken by the feeling of him inside you. He moved slowly at first, adjusting you and making sure you were comfortable before pulling back and pushing in with a quick, insistent speed. The message was clear: Tom needed you, and he needed you now. 

Your high approached faster than you expected, but from the combination of Tom’s kisses and movements, it wasn’t long before you were pushed over the edge. Tom followed almost immediately, spilling into you hot and collapsing over your body, pressing kisses onto you as you both caught your breath.

“That was…” you panted, running your hands through his hair. 

“I hope you get us locked in here more often,” he said against your skin and you laughed, throwing an arm across your face. 

He sat up, pulling out of you and moving to guide you into his arms. You threw your legs over his lap, hearing both of your breaths slow down. 

“You called me Tom,” he said suddenly, and you blinked in surprise. 

“Did I?” You asked, genuinely not sure, and he nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “Right before we-”

You smiled, shaking your head slightly. “I’m not sure I remember that,” you said teasingly, slowly leaning up and throwing your leg over his hips to straddle his lap. “Maybe recreating the scene will help me recall?”

His lips formed a devilish smirk as his hands came to rest at your hips. “Oh, gladly,” he murmured, already leaning in for another kiss. You eagerly returned it, pushing his head back slightly against the couch before groaning his name again as his hands drifted up under your dress.

“Rivals are not necessarily supposed to call each other by their first names,” he pointed out, drawing back slightly. You grinned and tightened your grip on his shoulders. 

“Rivals aren’t supposed to do a lot of things we’ve been doing, but I can’t say I’m complaining.” You shrugged, biting your lip. 

“No, neither can I,” he agreed with a smirk, before pulling you into another kiss. 

You smiled against his mouth, hoping the door would keep you locked in for a whole lot longer. 

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A/N (again): Did anyone notice where Tom was when he was "lurking in the shadows?" Second floor of the castle, near the girls' bathroom... thought that would be a fun detail to include. Also, I'm not sure if the Room of Requirement has the particular skill to lock people inside should they want it, but let's assume it does for the sake of the story. Thanks for reading! :)

Credit to @sunder-soul for the headcanon that Tom doesn't do choking. I agree!

aaaand tagging @viperify because we both love academic rival!Tom

ENEMIES TO LOVERSS YESSS

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x male!childhood bestfriend reader

Summary: Something, something, animagus

A/N: Can’t tell if I cooked or just microwaved with this one chat

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A chilly gust of wind swirled by, howling it’s song across the moon soaked lands while taking no notice of the two figures trekking against it across the small field below. Looming clouds housing rain and lighting clung to it’s tail, slowly blotting out the light of the half-moon and bringing with them a ground shaking thunder as the sky grumbled its grievances with the world.

“Are you sure we have to do this tonight?” Draco’s voice piped up from behind you, bordering on a pitch higher than normal as he quickly dove into his complaints before you had a chance to respond. “I couldn’t sleep properly last night because of Lorenzo’s snoring and when I finally did I woke up with a headache.”

“I think Berkshire must’ve broken the sound barrier, or at least one of my ear drums. And you know what? That Pomfrey lady said nothing was wrong with me, as if she knows my body better than I do! Honestly, it was completely unprofessional and furthermore—”

When Draco stopped for a split second to take a breath in, you snatched up the opportunity, forcing your way into the one sided conversation.

“Draco. I’m going to have to stop you right there. While I’d rather re-take Snape’s NEWTs class than have to walk back drenched and possibly with the humiliation of being able to shift into something stupid—we’ve already finished all of the requirements, and tonight’s the first storm we’ve had in over a month.” You finished the short rant just in time to pause at the very edge of the Forbidden Forest, turning back give Draco a questioning raised brow.

He’d halted only a few paces behind where you stood, far too close to the tree-line for his liking. The blonde boy’s eyes darted across the intimidating shadow cast by the looming forest, hugging himself in a defensive looking manner while covering his fear with a deep frown.

“I just don’t see why we had to store the potions in the Forbidden Forest, is all,” he spoke in a low voice that gave away his wariness.

Normally, you might’ve teased him for being scared of the woods. But as it was, the spell that Dumbledore had cast to cause ominous groaning voices and shuffling invisible footsteps to come from just beyond the darkness where the eye couldn’t see, was enough to make you a little on edge as well.

Nibbling on your lower lip as your mind raced, your gaze searched the forest ahead silently as if it’d provide an answer. Finally, you stuck out your hand behind you, an offer that Draco took after a moment and a hand slipped into yours.

Glancing back at the soft shuffle of leaves beneath his feet as he joined you, you gave him an appreciative look, though he seemed too busy looking anywhere else to meet you gaze.

Together, the pair of you journeyed onward, seeming to simply disappear into the forest in an instance.

Braving the ominous place was made a little easier for Draco by your mere presence. He cast a glance your way, observing the stern determination and the way you’d occasionally flinch at a noise, only to realize there was nothing there and immediately break into a nervous grin at your own theatrics.

That last one in particular made it difficult for him to remain so miserable, yet he insisted. It was in his nature, after all. There was always something to complain about if you looked for it.

You, however, had always been a constant in his life, the one thing he’d come to rely on always being nearby. Ever since you’d stumbled into each other at one of the Malfoy’s elegant parties when you were much younger, both looking for a place to hide until the boring gathering had come to an end, you’d stuck to each other like magnets, each a comfort for the other in a world that lacked much—if any— comfort.

This particular adventure had been started as so many did with the two of you. You’d seemingly materialized at the end of his bed one Saturday morning like some escaped sleep paralysis demon, dropping onto the mattress to wake him up and beginning to dive into the most appealing aspects of being an Animagus.

“What’s the worst that can happen? If you don’t like your Animagus then we’ll never speak of it again. But if you do then we’ll have a cool advantage over everyone else in our year,” had been your attempt at convincing him.

He’d had to admit, the endless possibility of unique powers and the way you’d downplayed getting some undesirable animal form had been rather appealing. And so it’d began, Draco once again ending up as the plus one to every shenanigan that called to you without exactly being sure of how he’d found himself in the situation to begin with.

Your friends had quickly caught on to the silence from both of you and assumed there was some wager they were unaware of. Mattheo and Blaise in particular had made a game out of the whole thing, trying to outdo the other and get one of you to speak first.

It’d only earned them a handful of particularly nasty glares from Draco when they’d openly complained and insulted the Malfoy name as if he weren’t right in front of them, and multiple pranks deemed as payback from you, defending your friend’s honor. Of course, you would’ve taken any opportunity to mess with them, especially when it was handed to you on a silver platter—but your friends didn’t need to know that.

After waking up with sand in his sheets and hair for the eighth time in a row, Mattheo had stubbornly began stealing a place in Lorenzo or Theo’s beds, before finally giving up the silent competition when the sand seemingly followed him and earned endless complaints from both friends that’d been “victimized by association”, as Lorenzo had put it.

That’d left Blaise the undisputed winner, and his constant quiet smugness got on Matt’s nerves to no end, leaving the two of them to pester each other and leave you and Draco in peace.

“All this trouble better be worth it,” Draco spoke up, as if having read your thoughts.

You hid away a small look of amusement while crouching beside the wide base of one of the many ancient oaks that inhabited the forest. “Well there’s only one way to find out.”

It was then that you revealed the twin potions from the hollow that’d formed naturally under one of the surfaced roots.

Offering Draco his, and murmuring the incantation over your heart a final time, you pulled the lid off the small vial, shooting the boy an excited grin.

“Cheers,” you proclaimed while clinking the vial in your hand against the one Draco held as if they were casual beverages, earning an eye-roll from the other boy even as he followed you to down the potion.

Darkness enveloped your senses, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. A rolling growl that evolved into a vicious yowl filled your ears, a flash of some wildcat darting across your vision before sudden pain overtook your limbs.

You felt the solid earth beneath you, realizing belatedly that you must’ve collapsed before another wave of pain shot pricking numbness throughout your entire body and you were once again incapable of thought.

It was over as soon as it began, and your eyes flickered opened with a start.

While you’d struggled to make out much of your surroundings before, they were now bright and alive. Your eyes picked up on details you’d normally be hard pressed to see even in daylight, breathing in deeply and almost choking in surprise when the many distinct fragrances overwhelmed your senses.

A strained noise left your lungs, surprisingly like the one you’d heard just before collapsing, as you pushed to your feet, noticing you had two more of those than before.

You stood significantly shorter, frozen in place while ears on the top of your head swiveled this way and that, listening to each new sound. You were still trying to take in the sensation overload when a strange noise came from beside you.

Flinching back into a crouch, you were startled to find a white bunch of limbs on the forest floor. Reaching out a hand—no, was that a paw?—for the ivory dragon, you prodded its side before darting back.

Draco, as you now realized, made another odd noise, refusing to get off his back as he was clearly insistent on acting like the bout of brief but sharp pain had been the doing in of him.

Now that it’d occurred to you, you couldn’t help but scoff—a sound that came out as a cat-like chuff—and shove a heavy paw against his side again.

“Get up you drama queen,” you attempted to speak, only to look around wildly for the source of the pitchy yowl.

That, at least, was enough to draw Draco to his feet, making hissing and grumbling noises all the while that you could only assume was him muttering curses. Now you saw that he’d taken the form of a dragon, nearly the height of a medium sized dog.

Ice grey eyes met yours, quickly widening in surprise as the gravity of the situation caught up with him and you offered a sharp fanged grin.

While you weren’t entirely sure what exact species you were, you knew enough to know you were a large wild cat of some kind.

Maybe a lynx, or a caracal, something that stood taller than Draco, at least.

Seemingly abundant energy coursed through you now, causing you to slyly drop into a crouch, hindquarters wiggling on their own accord as Draco’s only warning before he was bowled over and sent rolling.

He struggled and snapped his jaws shut angrily, pulling his way out of your hold and standing tall, head turning to peer over his new body with growing interest.

His bat like wings opened fully then snapped shut, and when he turned to look back at where you were waiting, he couldn’t help holding his head a little higher.

A majestic dragon, the same creature his name was derived from.

Draco pranced in a half-circle around you, striking a proud pose that drew a strange trilling noise from you. He was offended to realize that it was laughter, snorting an angry puff of smoke before diving at you, intent on revenge.

The night carried out in a thrilling adventure, both of you forgetting any wariness or dislike for the rain that pelleted down on your backs as you raced through the underbrush—or in Draco’s case, glided above it to avoid mud staining his pristine new scales.

By the time the pair of you caught up with reality, the sun was peaking through the trees, cutting through the smallest gaps in leaves to slowly light the forest.

The rest of the group were in for a surprise. After you and Draco having been missing all night, you now appeared in the Great Hall, a handful of minutes late for breakfast and leaning heavily on each other for support in a fit of laughter and something one of you had said, still drunk of the adrenaline racing through your veins.

You stood out in particular. Tie partially undone and hanging lower, sleeves rolled up messily while tracking in mud from your shoes.

Draco was more put together, having managed to retain an air of elegance even with a shirt still damp from the rain and his tie and outer robes missing, in just the basic button up, slacks, and belt.

Lorenzo was drawn from his attempts to steal Theodore’s book when the two of you dropped into your seats, laughter dying down in the wake of an apparently shared ravenous hunger.

“Hey, no fair— We promised if we ever did any hard drugs we’d do them together,” he declared, clearly hurt at having missed out on the fun.

“Hard drugs? More like surviving an episode of Lost. What’d you do, try camping?” Mattheo snarked, head propped heavily on his hand and lazily tossing a small bit of a biscuit at your face to get your attention.

You grumbled, hurrying down the mouthful of food. “We didn’t do any drugs, or go camping.” How blissfully vague. As you spoke, you noticed an untouched tart on Theodore’s plate. Green apple— one of Draco’s favorites.

Trying your best to be stealthy, you plucked the tart away and slipped it onto Draco’s plate, shrinking under the unamused glare Theo shot your way and quickly looking away with a quiet whistle as if to prove you weren’t doing anything suspicious.

“So… what you’re saying is that you did nothing? Just a normal night? No ventures outside the common room?” Lorenzo questioned, his unyielding curiosity refusing to let the subject go.

“What we’re saying, is that you should mind your own damn business, Berkshire,” Draco declared with a smug tone. He wasn’t denying anything, on the contrary, he seemed to be preening the fact that the two of you had some shared secret. You were always his—of course—but he couldn’t help feeling proud, he had a claim that no one else in the school had over you. Had Lorenzo went through all the trouble to become an Animagus with you? He didn’t think so.

Enzo’s eyes narrowed in good natured suspicion, gaze shifting between the two of you slowly. He caught on to Draco’s motive and suddenly felt just a bit left out, you were his friend too.

“Huh… I heard the Astronomy test coming up is a big part of are grade. I was thinking, you, me, the library and some sweets to make studying bearable,” he offered with a playful grin and wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh uh, we’ll have to postpone it, I already have…” You paused, eyes flickering to Draco for a split second, “plans, tonight.”

Lorenzo, who’d already been preparing to gloat, shrugged instead. He’d of been willing to accept defeat up if Draco hadn’t of grinned, giving the other boy a look as if to say “Hah, I win.”

His features twisted in offense, taken aback. Scanning his surroundings, he found a target he deemed worthy and suddenly wrapped an arm around Mattheo’s shoulder to drag him closer. The shorter boy protested with a plethora of muffled swears, nearly choking on his food in the process. He was quick to elbow Lorenzo repeatedly in the side, shoving him away and only making Berkshire pull him closer.

“That’s all good, Matty and I were going to study together anyway. Isn’t that right Mat—” He words were cut off by a shout when Mattheo, resorting to more desperate measures, bit down on his arm and shook his head like some sort of feral dog.

Lorenzo had instinctively shot back, losing his balance and taking the younger Riddle down to the floor with him, an elbow knocking Theo’s book right out of his hands in the process.

“Well, the pride before the fall, as they say,” Blaise stated, smiling with unabashed humor and Theodore was all to eager to grumble his agreement.

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The rising moon once again found the pair of you out of the castle under the embrace of it’s cold light, both with barley contained excitement while slipping into your newly acquired forms and disappearing into the darkness of the forest.

This time, however, you had a few shadows following in your wake.

“Why are we doing this again?” Lorenzo asked a little too loudly for Mattheo’s liking through a wide yawn, eyes shooting open when a hand clamped over his mouth.

“Shh! Are you trying to give us away?” Mattheo hissed softly.

“It’s a shame you didn’t bring a megaphone, then you could properly announce us to the whole castle and forest,” Theo grumbled as he caught up with them, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I’ll second Lorenzo’s question. How do you know they even went in there?” Blaise was clearly fed up with them already, arms crossed as if trying to recreate the warmth of his bed that he was severely missing right now as he made a gesture towards the Forbidden Forest ahead, punctuating his inquiry.

Mattheo shot him a glare, grumbling indignantly. “Glad to see all this faith in my leadership tonight.”

“I wasn’t aware you were the leader here,” Theo piped up for no real reason other than spite, sourly recalling the jam still staining the cover of his book from that morning.

Only deigning to answer their questions while on the move, Mattheo started into the forest, the rest of the group reluctantly trailing behind.

“1. I want to know what they’re up to, and 2. I don’t know, I’m just guessing. Besides, if we come across anything dangerous, we can just shove Lorenzo at it and run,” he offered, drawing murmurs of agreement from Theo and Blaise, and sharp flick in the head from Lorenzo.

They were all silenced by the menacing shaking of a tree branch above them as something landed on it.

Lorenzo turned on his heel so quickly that Theo barley had time to catch him by the collar of his shirt and pull him right back to the group before he could abandon ship. “Absolutely not— if I’m stuck here then so are you.”

Enzo struggled against the hold, yet he clearly wasn’t too determined to escape, giving up soon after to let himself be pulled along with them. “But— you heard that too right? There’s monsters in here!”

“Exactly, which is why we need you for the sacrifice when they come for us.” When, not if.

Lorenzo paled, scowling when Theodore finally cracked and let out a quiet laugh. “Veryy funny. It’s a shame you left your career in stand up comedy before you could learn any good jokes.”

Even as he spoke, he began to inch a little closer to the other boy with every step.

A sudden crack of a tree branch and ghoulish yowl sent Lorenzo shooting forward to cling onto Theodore, though it was hard to tell if he was using him for comfort or as a human shield.

“What was that?!”

“How should I know? Whatever it was probably got startled out of it’s sleep by you stomping around and shouting at every little noise. I almost feel bad for it,” Theo declared while trying to peel the other boy off of himself, unsuccessfully at that.

The rapid shaking of the leaves and a higher pitched, drawn out cry of an animal from above made the 4 of them freeze.

“Well, you know, maybe Enzo had the right idea. It is getting kind of late and we have classes tomorrow!” Theodore spoke in one hurried breath, turning back the way they’d come and taking the boy still grasping onto his side with him, like some unwilling commensalism.

This time he was the one getting dragged back, by a very determined Mattheo. “Come on, don’t be a wuss. It’s just some noises!”

Theo’s lips parted to object, only to yelp when the oddest pair of animals he’d ever seen dropped to the forest floor in front of them.

A fake lunge from the wild cat was all it took for Theo and Lorenzo to break apart and bolt for the castle, Blaise not far behind after a moment’s hesitation.

Mattheo squared his shoulders, hands resting on his hips to watch them run like a disappointed parent.

He’d been quick to recognize the mischievous glint reflected in the cat’s eyes and the smug demeanor about the dragon, turning to face the pair now.

His glare flickered between the two of you as he let the silence drag out, the corner of his lips twitching slightly before he finally allowed an excited grin to surface.

“So, you two got any spare Mandrake leaves laying around?”

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Tw : tiny mention of bullying, the Slytherin's being overprotective

Genre : Fluff / Platonic

Pairing : Riddle brothers, Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Lorenzo Berkshire, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson x Saoirse (oc)

Saoirse, didn't like the beginning of her second Hogwarts year, everyone around her seemed to avoid her to some, degree. Many of her own house were more - daring. Daring in the bad way; vicious with their vexed actions against her, all because she was the daughter of the Dark Lord.

She wouldn't be like her father, she knew it, she prayed she wouldn't be, it'd be her biggest regret if she ever would become one of his, little posse. Her dark curls flutter to her eyes, as Pansy sat with her in the common room.

protective riddle brothers would heal me

Mini Fic #4

my heart