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animasola86 · 7 months

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The Darkness Within: Tom's Reward

Notes: Chapter 9 of The Darkness Within is here, two months after the last one, oops! As usual, I am giving you the smut part here, but I'm encouraging you to read the whole chapter over on AO3! Thank you and enjoy!

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!mc // Genre: Smut // Words: 2.7k

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content (fingering, vaginal sex, bj)! It's rough, it's Tom Riddle, what do you expect?

Synopsis: After giving Genevieve the Dark Mark, Tom decides to indulge in her deepest desire and lets her have it, maybe not quite how she had expected it.

This is part of my Sebastian Sallow/f!mc fanfic The Darkness Within. To read smut with her and Sebastian, check these out: Chapter 7 smut + Chapter 8 angsty smut!

Last warning: Dark smut below the cut! Enemies of the heir, beware!

Context: MC dies at the Battle of Hogwarts, Sebastian resurrects her and they both land 62 years in the future, but separate from each other. He ends up becoming an Auror and she meets Tom Riddle and gets pulled into his cause/charm. This scene takes place after he gives her the Dark Mark to ensure her allegiance to him. (She is 21 here and he is 10 years older.)

Excerpt of Chapter 9:

"Tom's Reward"

With her forearm still tingling and carefully propped against the back of the sofa, she found herself lying on her back, her chest rising and falling fast as she watched Tom slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She still felt a little delirious from the pain of his branding and the sensation that had been their first kiss, no matter how short it had been, and seeing him now, actually engaging in those things he didn't deem worthy of his time, left her breathless and with her head spinning even more.

She blinked and suddenly he was right on top of her, his hands holding her face as he leaned down to close his lips around hers. Her gasp was the culmination of all those feelings she had harboured for him over the years, all the longing and lusting and need for him. Finally feeling his hands on her, his mouth, his lips and his tongue, his weight and his body, his knees pushing against her thighs as he forced her legs open, it quickly overwhelmed her enough to surrender herself to him completely.

She didn't even wonder that, despite his obvious aversion against any physical touch or desire, he knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed her demandingly, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, and pressed his pelvis against hers, and even through the layers of clothes that were still between them she could feel his excitement for her pressing right against her core.

She'd assumed it was because of her, but unbeknownst to her it was just his desire to take her, make her his, bask in the power he had over her. Tom didn't want to bring her pleasure or satisfy her needs, he wanted to own her, dominate her, bend her to his will, and most of all, he wanted to feel that power surging through her – and what better way to experience that than by becoming one with the vessel that held it.

Because that was what she was to him: a body sheltering something that was useful to him, very, very useful, if he played his cards right. And he knew he did, when she started moaning softly beneath him, just from having him kiss her. She was putty in his hands and knowing that only spurred his desire to claim her even more.

He leaned back then and looked at her, and all he could see behind those brown irises was lust. Lust for him, lust for the things they were about to do, lust to indulge in these activities he had kept her from thinking all these years. She was very imaginative, he had to give her that, if he would have the sense for it, he would have blushed under the ideas this little girl kept in her pretty head. He took inspiration in her thoughts for a little longer, before he gave her a smile and another peck and then leaned back once more.

She watched him breathlessly as he moved back, settling between her legs. He didn't waste time to undress her the old-fashioned way, he just flicked his finger, not even his wand as she noticed with growing admiration, and she felt her clothes disappearing into thin air. And suddenly she lay completely bare before him, her chest rising and falling fast, making her breasts move in a steady rhythm, and her legs were splayed and unable to close and hide her most precious place as he was still kneeling between them.

Under other circumstances she would have felt embarrassed and mortified to be this vulnerable and exposed, but under Tom's dark gaze she felt oddly calm, ready to do anything with and for him. And he knew as much, she could tell. He was watching her closely, his eyes wandering over her naked body, taking in every little detail. When he looked directly into her eyes, she froze on the spot, completely mesmerized by the void that were his dark eyes.

She didn't even notice his touch at first, only when he would curl his fingers inside her did she realize he had pushed them past her folds and straight into her wetness and the feeling left her breathless. It wasn't just his fingers, it was what he was doing – and she couldn't be sure, but she felt tingles like tiny electric shocks surging through her body as if he would channel his magic right against her most sensitive spots, only increasing the sensation.

Her moans came sudden and loud, her whole body convulsing under his touch, and while she was consumed by pleasure, her head spinning and full of static, he kept going, fingering her to the brink of insanity, as she thrashed her body into the cushions of the couch, only held in place by his other hand on her stomach, whose thumb was pressed right against her clit, issuing the same kind of magical touch as he rubbed it roughly.

Orgasm after orgasm rolled over her and she had no idea how she was still functioning under the pressure of having her body going through all these types of stimulations. She felt utterly spent when he would finally let go of her, not that she would have noticed right away as the tremors were still shuddering through her every nerve and limb.

Breathing heavily, her lips parted and trembling and dry, she opened her eyes slightly and found him sitting on the edge of the couch, watching her, his wet fingers held out in front of him. Somehow she knew what he wanted and without any word shared between them, she sat up and cradled his hand between her shaking fingers as if it was his most priced possession. For her it was, having brought her these amazing feelings still resonating through her lower body.

Her eyes were on his face when she leaned closer and brought her lips to his fingertips, tasting herself on his skin as she sucked his fingers into her mouth one at a time, swirling her tongue around them feverishly until she deemed them clean enough. He watched her almost curiously, no other emotion evident on his handsome features. As she was about to lower his hand, he insisted on pushing two of his fingers past her lips and deeper into her mouth.

She felt him caressing her tongue and the inside of her cheeks as she sat very still and let him explore her mouth, and she didn't even flinch when he moved his fingers deeper, pressing against the back of her throat, teasing it with his fingertips. Holding his gaze, she successfully fought the urge to gag around him and he rewarded her with a dark smile as he continued forcing his fingers deeper. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and she held her breath, her entire body stiffening under the sensation.

But she didn't fight it, of course she didn't. She was his to do whatever with. And he knew that very well. Suddenly she felt his other hand around her throat, squeezing against his fingers lodged inside her. Her eyes stared at him pleadingly as the urge to gasp or gag or do anything against his literal choke-hold grew almost unbearable. He stared right back, not giving in just yet. Feeling more than light-headed, she raised her hands to claw at his wrists before even holding them there felt too much for her to handle.

Just as her grip loosened as her body was about to fall into the tight embrace of unconsciousness, he let go of her throat and pulled his fingers out, urging her to breathe. She was barely able to do so, gasping soundlessly, then coughing violently, her entire body shaking against whatever it had just experienced. His wet fingers grazed her cheek and she calmed down slowly, her eyelids fluttering as she looked at him.

“You're such a good girl,” he praised her as he leaned closer to press his mouth against her trembling lips, his voice causing her to smile despite the slight discomfort in her throat.

In the haze nestling inside her head, she then felt him moving her, laying her down on her back again as he grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs upwards against her torso, holding her wide open as he positioned himself right against her. She heard the faint rustle of fabric, her head still spinning, and she barely registered him pressing his tip against her core. Her hands snaked around her legs as she hooked them around the back of her knees and held them in place, her feet dangling in the air as she watched him closely.

His cold gaze was on her, no emotion whatsoever on his pale face, as he crawled over her, one hand lining himself up with her entrance, the other propped next to her hip to support his body as he leaned over her slightly. With his eyes fixed on hers, he then lowered himself and in a swift, almost harsh motion drove himself right into her tight warmth. She moaned, shuddering under the intrusion as he buried his cock as deep as possible, pushing his entire weight down onto her pelvis.

He then shifted against her, leaned on one knee, while his other leg moved to the floor, giving him more leverage to start moving against her as he grabbed her thighs firmly and folded her legs almost brutally against her, before he settled into a fast rhythm that knocked any remaining air right out of her. Her noises mixed with the slapping of skin against skin as he thrust into her at an ever-growing pace, deep and fast and hard, in and out until she could barely feel anything any more.

She was a whimpering mess beneath him, pushed into the cushions by the powerful snaps of his hips, her breaths too erratic to let any new air into her aching lungs, leaving her breathless and light-headed, and yet she felt like she had never felt before as he quickly brought her back to that sensation of pure bliss. Every thrust moved her up the sofa, every downwards motion pulled her back towards him, his hands bruising her skin, his girth filling and stretching her, scraping past those special spots that made her toes curl up painfully.

Her heart felt as if it would explode inside her chest at any second as her insides convulsed and her walls tightened around him rhythmically, gripping him, squeezing him, pulling him in deeper. Amidst the blindingly bright pleasure exploding within her and her ear- and room-filling moans and feeble attempts to breathe, she then heard a groan coming from the man above her, and for a moment she just stared at him in awe, seeing him so affected by what they were doing, his jaw clenched, his brows furrowed in concentration and his lips pressed tightly together. There was even a faint hint of a blush on his high cheekbones.

When he noticed her gaze, the tension on his face shifted into an almost soft expression, causing her to feel an immense rush of warmth flooding her insides. It might have been his seed pouring out of him as he came inside her with a deep shuddering of his hips as he halted his movements for a moment, or it was something else she was too afraid to name. Whatever it was, it made her lean up past the tight grip he had on her folded legs and once he let go of her, she was able to sit up and grab his face, before she pulled him down to press her trembling lips to his, kissing him through his release.

He kept moving against her, slower now, one of his hands finding the back of her head as he held her tightly in place, kissing her back just as eagerly. Once he stopped twitching inside her, she was almost disappointed that he pulled out immediately, painting her walls with his seed as he did so, leaving the last drops of his cum on her heated skin as he leaned back. She saw him breathing heavier when he let go of her face, watching her closely before his eyes moved down between her legs where his release was spilling from her quivering core.

Something dark washed over his features then and she had barely time to react when he suddenly pushed his fingers back into her hole, the squelching sound quite obscene even in her pleasure riddled mind. She shivered against his touch and frowned slightly as she realized what he was doing. He was scraping his seed out of her. His fingers moved deep and curled inside her and it was not to give her more pleasure, he was actively trying to clean her tight channel.

Just as she was wondering why he would do that and why with his fingers no less, he grabbed her chin with his other hand and made her look at him, before he forced her jaw open. She obeyed, not that she had any other choice, and gasped deeply when he would push his cum covered fingers into her mouth. His gaze was dark and she understood immediately as she began to flick her tongue around his digits, licking his salty seed right off his skin, ignoring the tear falling past her lashes.

Once he deemed his fingers to be clean, he would shove them back past her wet folds, scooping up more for her to clean and swallow, his grip on her chin never easing. She endured the procedure with her heart racing and her body quivering and when he would finally release her chin, she inhaled sharply, trying to relax, only for him to grab the back of her head and push her face right against his groin.

She whimpered against him, scrambling into a more comfortable position to be able to focus on the new task he had for her. With shaking hands she cradled his half-hardened cock between her fingers and started licking it gingerly, tasting more of his bitter seed, yet the more she put on her tongue, the better it felt as it slid down her hurting throat. Breathing through her nose, she barely noticed his tightening grip in her hair as he pushed her further onto him until her lips were wrapped around his shaft as his tip scraped against the back of her throat.

Too numb to gag around him, she focused on pressing her tongue against him, feeling him growing harder and thicker inside her as he started moving her head back and forth to give him the friction he apparently desired. Her hands gripping his thighs, she let him use her to his liking and he did so without hesitation, not letting her catch her breath or rest her aching jaw or swallow the saliva pooling around him.

He even started pushing his hips against her as well, forcing his length deeper and deeper as he angled her head to allow the motion. All she could do was whimper and squeeze her eyes shut as more and more tears fell from her lashes, and not even her fingernails digging into his skin stopped him from pushing in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. Only when she felt him twitching against her tongue would he release his grip on her and allowed her to pull back, and as she took deep shuddering breaths he wasted no time to shoot his load right into her face.

She flinched against it, feeling it hitting her cheeks and nose and eyebrows, before he pushed his throbbing tip back past her lips and emptied himself right onto her tongue. He held her jaw tightly, not allowing her to escape the grasp, as he filled her up more and more until it spilled past his length and down her chin, and this time she couldn't help but gag against the sheer amount of it. He pushed her head back then and she spluttered and coughed, trying to swallow what he had given her.

While she was still trying to regain her composure, she noticed him standing up. Looking up at him, she met his dark gaze. His pale face was hard again, no emotion whatsoever on his handsome features as his eyes wandered over her soiled face and body. “Clean yourself up,” was all he said to her, before he turned around and left through a door into the deeper parts of Borgin and Burkes.

End notes: And I thought I'd enjoy writing a Dark Sebastian, when all I had to write for was Tom in his natural habitat! I feel almost sorry for poor Genevieve...

Picture of Tom by the lovely @esolean!

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askingtheslytherinboys · 7 months

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The Heir and the Raven

Chapter 3

Tom Riddle x OC

Warnings: Blood

Summary: Tom learns just how powerful the new fifth year is and is desperate to have her by his side. So much so, in fact, that he’s willing to reveal a secret of his own…

— Kai —

I was already awake when my alarm had gone off this morning, reminiscing at my desk over the conversations from the night before and planning the day to come. I never got a chance to ask Theodora further about Tom because she was pulled out of Professor Slughorn’s room by Professor McGonagall. She probably didn’t have much more to say, but it was shocking to me that she didn’t realize the gravity of what she told me. Was she never taught about parseltongue? Maybe it wasn’t as common of a subject as I thought. Perhaps the only reason I knew so much was due to Ambrose’s passion projects. Considering the opinion that some think parseltongue is only spoke by dark wizards, I guess I could see the uneasiness in teaching it. But that’s all it was, an opinion.

I didn’t have much time to think of a plan last night for today, seeing as all my roommates were there when I returned back to my dorm. They were an interesting group, one you wouldn’t expect to all get along together, but they were welcoming all the same. After a couple hours of introductions and small talk, they excused themselves back to the library to continue working on their project. Apparently the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Merrythought, could be a bit of an overkill when it came to assignments. Thankfully, though, they weren’t going to be too difficult, only tedious.

And speaking of difficult and tedious, my thoughts drifted back to Tom. If he really was a parselmouth, then that would have to mean he’s the heir of Salazar Slytherin. There would be no other reason he could speak parseltongue at such a young age. And since no one else seemed to know that… that would be valuable information to have, and pertinent information for Leviathan and I’s situation. If anyone could help regarding the problem of a snake, the heir of Slytherin could.

Are you sure about this? Leviathan hissed in my mind.

No. But if it’s true, and he hasn’t told anyone, then he’s keeping it secret for a reason. Trading a secret for a secret is our best bet, and the only way I’d feel comfortable telling him ours.

And what if it’s not true? What if he’s not the heir?

I frowned and laid my head in my hands, pausing to consider. Then we will keep trying on our own.

And if he pleads with you to tell him about yesterday?

I ran my hands up through my hair and sighed, mentally screaming at my brother for putting me in this mess. For isolating me like this. Then I will tell him the truth, just not the whole truth.

And that is?

That I got a message from my family when walking the halls and became overwhelmed. I stepped into the closet to clear my head and respond without people staring at me.

Hmm, he considered, I suppose that will do.

We sat at my desk quietly, preparing for the day ahead. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself before standing up and grabbing my enchanted journal for classes.

Kai? Leviathan’s voice murmured softly in my head.

I hummed.

I agree with you. If he’s the heir, he would be a valuable asset.

I smiled and stroked his head on my shoulder. I think that’s the first time you’ve been nice to me.

Don’t get used to it, he boomed before sliding back down to my lower back.

I chuckled and made my way out the door towards my first class of the day, to Professor Merrythought.

— Tom —

Today was the day. He was so looking forward to their private lessons this evening. He had made sure that no one would disturb them in their secluded spot in the library, and he planned on using that to his advantage. It was the perfect opportunity to slither into her mind. If he pushed slowly enough, his intrusion into her thoughts could feel like a headache rather than an excruciating invasion.

Or perhaps he’d simply skip the semantics and use the Imperius curse… But where was the fun in that? He wanted to push her, to test her, to see how much she could take before she crumbled in his fingers and her mind cracked open for him to see. And maybe he wouldn’t even have to push. The memories he snatched from her showed him how alone she truly was, and he could tell yesterday how badly she wanted to confide in someone. He could be so sickly sweet to her until she melted and gave him what he wanted. And he would relish in it, knowing that her desire to be loved would overwhelm her senses, and he could meld her into whatever he wanted her to be. So many choices. He was eager to find out which one it would be.

— Kai —

Her classroom was exactly how I pictured it: dimly lit, with peculiar trinkets and oddities scattered around the room and a giant dragon skeleton hanging above. The only thing I didn’t expect was for the desk and chairs to be pushed to the side, and for a large floating platform to be placed between them.

“Looks like you’ll be starting off your semester with a bang, eh Ravenwood?” I turned and saw one of my roommates, Celeste Lavante, enter the class. She was the most beautiful of the group, and even after staying up all night, she looked just as pristine and proper as she did the day before.

I chuckled in response. “So I assume we’ll be dueling then?”

She smiled and patted my shoulder encouragingly. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got.”

She strolled over to a desk and slung her satchel down before making her way to the platform, but as I went to follow, that sultry voice that I was beginning to look so forward to hearing spoke out behind me.

“I have to say, I’ve been looking forward to seeing your skills as well.”

My eyes turned to meet his, and as always, he was the picture of perfection. Not a stray hair out of place. I grinned and retorted, “Oh? I thought you saw me knock Everly on his arse yesterday?”

Tom smirked and placed his hand on my lower back, guiding me towards his table rather than Celeste’s. “I wouldn’t really call that a duel. However,” he sat his books down and gestured across the room to the doorway, where a familiar weasel-faced twit was entering. “I think you’ll still get the chance to show him what you’re capable of.”

William made eye contact with me and scowled, but I just gave him a taunting grin. “Oh, I can’t wait.” Tom breathed a laugh and began organizing his things. I watched him for a bit before looking back towards Everly, his face now pale as he glanced between us, but the fury in his eyes still lingered.

“I think he’s afraid you’ll interfere, Tom.”

“Should I need to?” He glanced up inquisitively, offering some sort of challenge.

“No.” I replied confidently, before adding with a slight grin, “Unless you think I’m being too hard on him of course.” His eyes gleamed with something I couldn’t place. Pride? Excitement? Amusement? What a wonderful riddle he was. He opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by the professor.

“Hello, class! As you can see we are going to be going over our dueling lessons today. You will be using some of the spells we’ve gone over these past few weeks along with the spells you’ve already mastered in previous years in order to knock your opponent from the platform. Understood?” The class nodded their heads in unison. “Good. Also, today we will be welcoming a new student into our midst! Miss Kiley Ravenwood. Raise your hand for us dear!” I raised my hand slightly and the professor smiled in earnest. “There you are! So very nice to meet you. Everyone make sure to give her a warm welcome.” A slight scoff echoed across from me and I glanced over to see William looking increasingly annoyed. I smirked.

“Well, everyone,” Professor Merrythought continued. “Let’s get started! Do we have any volunteers?”

William stepped forward and climbed onto the platform. “Mr. Everly how wonderful! Would anyone else like-“

William interrupted, “If you don’t mind, professor, I’d like to choose my opponent myself.”

She nodded, replying, “Alright then,” Before gesturing to the room. “Take your pick.” As expected, his finger landed on me, and my smirk grew into a wicked grin. The professor, however, began shaking her head. “It would probably be best to let her watch a few duels before participating, Mr. Everly. Perhaps you could choose a different opponent?” I made my way to the platform and climbed upon it as WIlliam did before me before replying, “I don’t mind it professor. In fact, I’d love to participate.” A smile lit up her face at my enthusiasm. “Well, alright then! You’ll start by facing each other and bowing. Then, you’ll take your positions and attempt to either disarm your opponent or knock them off the platform. Understood?” I nodded and felt the exhilaration course through my veins. I had always excelled in magical combat during my families training experiments, but no one here knew I had dueling experience under my belt except me. And I was going to have a tremendous amount of fun watching the look on William’s face when he realized it.

We both stepped to the end of the platform, wands out and at the ready, awaiting our signal. Professor Merrythought glanced between us, determining if we were prepared before shouting, “Begin!” We bowed. Well, I bowed. As I predicted, he gave a half bow before quickly casting stupefy, attempting to catch me off guard. A cowards tactic. With my eyes still downcast, I flicked his spell to the side before rising up to see his face red with anger. He cast again.

“Expelliarmus!”

“Protego!” I smirked and twirled my wand through my fingers as I cast my counter. “Transforma!” He blocked the first hit, but by spinning the wand, I cast it again. The look on his face twisted to panic before he shrunk into his true form, a tiny, brown weasel.

“Miss Ravenwood!” Professor Merrythought proclaimed. My attention snapped to her, wondering if I had done something wrong. “We don’t begin teaching human transformation spells until sixth year! You are most certainly ahead of the curb. Absolutely astounding work!” I grinned in triumph as she continued, “However, Mr. Everly is still technically on the platform.” I chuckled and walked over to where William was scurrying around, picking him up with my foot and shaking him off onto the desk beside us. “There you are professor. One weasel off the platform.” She clapped her hands excitedly, motioning for the rest of the class to do the same.

Clapping, laughter, and a few whistles rang out amongst the students as I took a bow, relishing in my opponent’s embarrassment. As I went to step off the platform, professor Merrythought caught my attention. “Miss Ravenwood? Are you capable of transforming him back as well?” I nodded and flicked my wand in his direction. “Transforma!” Williams human form began to swirl back into existence, along with addition of his weasel tail. I snickered. “Well, that’s most of him, Kiley, but I’m afraid he’s still got his tail.” The class around me giggled. “Oh no, professor. That was intentional on my end.” I replied as I put my wand away and sauntered back to my end of the platform, listening as the professor whisked his tail away. I looked over to where Tom was standing and my smile faltered a bit. He seemed deep in thought, his eyes portraying a curious mix of emotions as he stared at the platform ahead. As if sensing my gaze, his eyes flicked up to meet mine, and his internal conflict ceased, leaving me with a slight devious smile from his lips. I returned it, and he stepped forward and extended his hand to help me from the platform.

My heart stuttered as his fingers touched mine. They were cold and rough, and the rings on his fingers were practically freezing, yet he was so gentle when he took my hand. I was entranced as I went to step down into his arms, but abruptly yanked myself backwards and pulled out my wand when I heard the angry snarl from across the platform.

“THAT WASN’T FAIR! HOW DARE YOU USE A SPELL LIKE THAT?!” William was panting and red with rage. “You’re just a stupid little girl that got a cheap shot in! I’ll show you what a real duelist looks like… BOMBARDA!”

I knocked his spell to the side as he sent another one my way.

“CONFRINGO!”

I knocked the second back as well but he wouldn’t relent, wouldn’t give me a chance to counter as he stomped down the aisle at me.

“DIFFENDO! INCENDIO! DEPULSO!”

I was actually impressed at the number of spells he remembered, given how stupid he seemed. And he was using the most damaging spells he was taught. Any one of those would have sent me to the infirmary, not just knocked me off the platform. But if he wanted to play dirty, fine. I could play dirty. I continued deflecting his spells, listening as the professor roared his name to stop, and waited for my opportunity. He took a breath to cast more, but the pause was enough. I disapparated, appearing behind him and kicking him across the platform. His wand went skittering over the edge, and he turned over to face me, disbelief written across his features. But it wasn’t enough. For every girl he pressured, for every snarky comment, and for every entitled pass at me he took, I raised my wand at him and whispered. “Terrorem.”

— Tom —

Everly was screaming, thrashing and seizing on the platform, swiping at something they couldn’t see. What did she cast? He wondered. He could barely hear her spell, but it sounded nothing like any of the spells he’d heard before. Tenarum? Etorem? If he didn’t know any better he’d say she cast Crucio on the stupid boy, with the way he was writhing in terror.

Terror… he pondered. The spell sounded like she said terror… Hmm. How clever. William wasn’t in any pain at all.

Professor Merrythought was panicking, holding William while she interrogated Kai. But the wicked thing simply tucked her wand away and smiled. “It’s alright, professor, he’s not in any pain.” Merrythought furrowed her brows in confusion as she continued. “He’s simply afraid of, well, what is it you’re seeing everywhere, Everly?” The boy was bawling pathetically now, grasping his knees and rocking in place. “CATS! THERE’S CATS EVERYWHERE MAKE IT STOP MAKE THEM GO AWAY!” He continued to cry as Kai bent over with laughter. “Cats?!” She exclaimed, before falling to the floor in hysterics. The rest of the class, now understanding that William was not in any danger, collectively released their breath in relief.

He stepped forward towards Merrythought and attained her attention. “Professor, I believe it’s a spell that resembles a Boggart. He’s not hurt in any way. Though, Kai and I could escort him to the hospital wing if you’d-“

“No, no! Thank you, Tom, but I’ll take him myself.” She looked at Kai with a mix of wonder and apprehension before pulling him up by his arm and ushering him to the door. “Class is dismissed everyone! But Kiley, I’d like a word with you in my office this afternoon.” She turned to walk out the door and he turned to look at Kai. Though the threat of Merrythought lingered, she looked triumphant, pleased with herself. He couldn’t help but think how desirable she looked when she’d won.

— Kai —

The rest of the day went by in a flash as I awaited my visit to professor Merrythought’s office. Transfiguration with Dumbledore was obviously easy, given my advancement on the subject, but I couldn’t help but feel tense. Something about the way that he watched me made me feel restless, but maybe it was just my imagination. Charms was fun, though Professor Bristlecloak wasn’t entirely thrilled with my personal flair on the spells. In my opinion, the only way to see a spells full potential was to experiment with wand technique, but Bristlecloak didn’t seem to share that point of view. I thought History of Magic would be more boring than it was, but it was surprisingly tolerable given the things I heard about it. Thankfully, though, I got to end my schedule with Herbology with Professor Beery. He was quite a character, making one of my favorite subjects even more enjoyable. And I was certainly grateful to have time doing something I liked before going to face the consequences for this morning.

The door creaked beside me, pulling me from my thoughts as Merrythought opened it and invited me inside her office. What I wasn’t expecting was for Dumbledore and Headmaster Dippet to be in there as well. Well this probably isn’t going to be good.

“Kiley, have a seat.” She gestured towards a chair and I begrudgingly sat down. Merrythought took a deep breath to start, but was interrupted by the Headmaster.

“Apparition?! In a classroom?! It’s absolutely outlandish. You don’t even have your license! Why if the Ministry knew about this-“

“The Ministry will not know about this,” Dumbledore interrupted. “Because Kiley didn’t know it was illegal. Correct?”

I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Wait what? Why is it illegal?” Dumbledore looked at the Headmaster as if to say ‘You see?’ But Dippet didn’t look convinced. He paced around the office, frustrated and mumbling. “I knew this girl was going to be trouble. I knew it, but I accepted her anyway. The absolute audacity…” He trailed off to where I couldn’t hear him any longer. Dumbledore cleared his throat before interrupting his rambling. “Now that she is familiar with the law, I’m sure this situation won’t happen again. Right?” He looked to me for an answer and I squinted my eyes in return. “… Right.” I replied.

Dippet sighed. “Fine. Fine! The Ministry will not be informed this time. But mark my words, you better be on your best behavior moving forward Miss Ravenwood!” I nodded, still confused that my apparating was the reason I was here. He checked his watch and headed for the door. “Now I’m late for another staff meeting so if you’ll excuse me…”

“Wait, headmaster just-“ Merrythought called out to him, but he had already left. She ran her hand over her face in irritation. “Sorry about that, Kiley, but he needed to be informed of such a large offense. We didn’t realize you were so advanced in your wizarding work or we would have made the rules a little more clear. However… that’s not the main reason I wanted you to come to my office today.” Ahh, here it is, I thought. She seemed to hesitate before contributing.

Dumbledore stepped forward. “Professor Merrythought advised me of your spell work in class today. Doing a human transformation spell as a fifth year is very impressive. But I think her main concern is this other spell you used. We’ve never seen anything like it.” I perked up a bit. “Oh, it’s a boggart spell, designed to show you your worst fear. But none of it’s real. The things you see can’t actually hurt you.” I explained.

Dumbledore nodded. “I see. And you say designed. Designed by who?”

“Me, of course.”

The two professors exchanged a look before looking back at me. “That’s… very advanced spell craft, Kiley. You created this by yourself?”

I fidgeted. “I mean I suppose my brother helped a bit. But only with ideas not with the technical parts. And I was working off a previous hypothesis from my parents but… for the most part, yes. It was me.”

Merrythought finally spoke up. “It was a… scary spell to witness Miss Ravenwood. I thought something was very wrong with Mr. Everly.”

I frowned. “But he’s fine, right?”

She sighed and continued. “Yes, but… he’s very shaken. And honestly, so was I. It seemed a very… dark spell.”

“But you guys use Boggarts on campus all the time. I don’t understand what the difference is.”

Dumbledore smiled a bit at that. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.” He looked over at Merrythought and back to me. “I think for now, you should stick to spells that are on the curriculum. Leave your personal spells for another time. If you can do that then I believe we can come to an understanding and there’s no reason to continue this meeting.”

Merrythought started. “Dumbledore I-“

“And I will keep a close eye on you and guide you, should you need any help or have any questions.” He continued. Eventually, he motioned for me to get up and walked me out of the room. Merrythought seemed a bit distraught, but allowed us to exit in peace.

I turned to Dumbledore in the hallway. “Thank you, sir. I was allowed to learn what I pleased at my estate so it’s a bit of an adjustment to suddenly have all these rules and restrictions.”

He chuckled. “Understandably so. But with what you’ve achieved so far, you have a bright future ahead of you.”

I grinned. “Thank you. I’m hoping Hogwarts will be a helpful addition to my education.” I looked at the time. “And speaking of that, I actually have some tutoring lessons I need to get to right now. If that’s okay of course?” He tilted his chin in acknowledgement. “Ahh, yes. I heard about your lessons with Tom. He seems to have taken a liking to you.”

I couldn’t help the smile that grew on my lips. “He was just offering his assistance. That’s what any prefect would do I would think.”

Dumbledore hummed. “Tom doesn’t offer his time to many. You must have truly intrigued him.” He turned to face me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Just…” He seemed to be searching for the right words to say. After a moment he sighed and let my shoulder go. “Good luck, Kiley.”

I couldn’t help but feel like there was another meaning to his words, but I nodded my head in acknowledgement and turned to walk towards the library, where my dark headed prefect awaited.

— Tom —

He sat, tapping his fingers impatiently on his leg, as he waited for her arrival. His thoughts were swirling. What a devious and wicked little creature she is, he mused. He could see that she reveled in embarrassing William earlier, and she clearly enjoyed showing off her skills. She would be an invaluable asset to his army… or a worthy adversary.

Knowing she possessed such advanced skills in multiple areas of magic would normally have been a good thing, but it hindered his plan for the evening. Who knew what tricks she could pull out her sleeve if he attempted to invade her mind? As irritating as it was, he felt it might be better to hold off on his advances. But he could be patient. They say the best things come to those who wait, and Kai Ravenwood was a treasure.

— Kai —

I finally found Tom in a secluded corner between two bookshelves, hidden away from the rest of the library. He looked up when I entered and smiled.

“There you are.” He exclaimed. “How did it go?”

I sighed and slumped down at the table. “Why are there so many rules? Everywhere? It’s completely absurd. I’m not allowed to apparate, I’m not allowed to use my own spells, what can I do?” I scoffed. “How is anyone expected to do anything in this world if there are so many restrictions?”

He snickered. “That bad, huh? Did they call the Ministry?”

I rolled my eyes. “No.” I sighed. “Because I was unaware of the rules I’m not going to be punished in any way, but being forced to stop using my personal spells feels like a prison all on its own.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Perhaps you can practice those spells with me.” He leaned forward. “It can be our little secret.” His eyes darted across my face, reading my features. “I must admit, I was thoroughly impressed with the show today. You’re a very talented little witch.”

My chest swelled from his praise. “Oh?”

He smirked. “I don’t believe I’ve heard of any other students creating such intricate spells at your age. And I’ve never seen the wand techniques that you used. You’ve thoroughly intrigued me.”

I chuckled. “High praise coming from Hogwarts golden boy. If I didn’t know any better I’d say the professors and half the student population are in love with you.”

He raised his eyebrows at that. “Only half?” He joked.

This was it. This was my moment. “Yes.” I replied, tapping my fingers against the desk. “The other half seems to be terrified of you.”

He hummed, leaning back in his chair as he cocked his head to the side. “And why is that?”

“You know, I asked myself the same question.” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. “You were right yesterday. You’ve been nothing but kind and helpful to me… but, I saw the look on William’s face when you stepped into the courtyard. That was terror. And for what? If you’re so nice then there’s no reason to fear you… So I did a little digging, trying to figure out what makes you tick. And I learned that a lot of the reasons people fear you are completely ridiculous and unfounded in truth. However…” I leaned forward towards him, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I did learn one thing of interest.”

His eyes squinted a bit. “And what was that, little witch?”

I tapped my fingers again, contemplating how best to ask the question that was on my mind. “I want to ask you something, and I want you to give me a truthful answer.”

He seemed amused at my attempt to entrap him. “What will I get in return?”

I sighed. “I will tell you why I was in the broom closet yesterday. A truth for a truth.”

His lips twisted up into a wicked smile. “And how will we be sure the other is being honest. You did try to lie to me, after all.”

I smirked. “I thought you might ask, and considering I’m not entirely sure you’ll tell me the truth either, I brought options.” I reached into my pockets and pulled out a needle and a vial. “The first option is a variation of a Blood pact. We swear that we will tell the truth and speak of this to no one else. It’s a little more painful, a little more complicated, but it will ensure secrecy.” I pointed to the vial. “The second option is Veritaserum. Less complicated, less painful, but leaves us vulnerable to saying more than we’d like with no protection afterwards.”

His eyebrows raised at the options. “Veritaserum is hard to come by.” He advised as he eyed the bottle.

I shrugged. “Perks of being a Ravenwood.”

He stared in my eyes before glancing between the two options again. “Must be some secret if you’re willing to go to such lengths.”

My shoulders dropped and I leaned back into my chair. “I just want security for the both of us. This will ensure that. Now, what would you prefer?”

— Tom —

He hadn’t expected her to pull this card out of her sleeve. A secret for a secret. A truth for a truth. What could she possibly want to know about him that would warrant her to make a blood pact or use Veritaserum? He grimaced as he considered the options… But this was an opportunity to learn more about her. His pretty little raven. And a blood pact would ensure her silence about whatever she asked… So what harm could it do? If spilling a secret meant gaining her trust, gaining her loyalty, he could take the risk.

— Kai —

He nodded his head to the needle and I put the serum back in my pocket. “Figured you’d pick that one. Have a symbol you like?” He raised his eyebrows in question. “It will make a small tattoo on us rather than us have to carry around a vial of blood.” I answered, glancing up at him teasingly. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

His lip twitched upward. “Tattoo is fine. How about… a raven?”

His answer made me pause for a moment, my heart lurching in my chest. He had a mischievous glint in his eye, one that tugged at me, but I continued setting up the spell. “A raven it is.”

Finally, I laid everything out and held my hand out for his. “Let me see your hand.” He extended it out to me and I grasped it, reveling once again in his cool touch. “Okay. I’m going to prick your finger.” He nodded and I pricked the needle into his fingertip as I whispered the spell. He didn’t even flinch. I then pricked the needle into my own and placed our two fingertips together. “Now say, ‘I swear to tell the truth, and not another soul.’”

He smirked. “I swear to tell the truth, and not another soul.” With both our vows made, our fingers began to glow, and each drop of our blood slithered down the other persons finger to rest on our knuckles. Suddenly, the blood turned white hot and a searing pain began to take over. When the pain subsided, a tiny raven, no larger than the end of a pen, took the blood drops place. I pulled my hand away from his and examined it. “Curious…” I whispered, eyeing the new addition to my flesh.

He hummed in agreement as he inspected his hand before once again meeting my gaze. “Alright, Kai. Now that that’s taken care of, what do you wish to ask me?”

I stared at him and took a deep breath, praying that my deductions were correct, praying that I wouldn’t have to do this myself any longer. C’mon, Tom, please say yes.

“Tom… are you the Heir of Slytherin?”

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slytherins-heir · 2 months

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When I tell you guys to get onto Character.ai and search up anyone and to add the voice to the conversation; I mean it. here i am, lying on my bed kicking my legs like a school girl

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your-nanas-house · 10 months

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Stories I will write:

Chris Decker X fem!Reader series

Tom Riddle X follower!Reader: Secret mission part 2 (I have to think about it) (requested)

Ominous Gaunt X Reader, Sebastian Sallow X Reader: The Beginning part 2, Ominous and Sebastian talk about what happened. (requested)

Joe Goldberg X Henry’s babysitter!Reader: Henry’s babysitter part 2 (have to think of a plot) (requested)

James Walker X Reader: short smut fic with 7 words (requested)

Jerome Valeska X fem Reader: they meet in the circus before he killed Lila (fluff and hits of his insanity) (requested)

Jerome Valeska X Reader: they play games together like catch, Jeremiah plays with them but he’s stubborn but he wants to play. (requested)

Jeremiah Valeska X gn!Reader: AU where Jeremiah doesn’t inhale the laughing gas (requested)

Valeska Twins X Reader: headcanon with cuddles and affection (requested)

Jerome Valeska X fem!Reader: smut during a day at the local swimming pool or at the river (requested)

Jerome Valeska X Rapunzel!Reader: Y/n is manipulated by her mom, hidden and exploited. It’s a darker version of Rapunzel where Jerome revisits and addresses his trauma through the reader. (requested)

Jerome Valeska X ftm!Reader: (headcanon) (requested)

Joe Goldberg X fem!Reader: he kidnaps the reader and does the whole glass box, she isn’t afraid and chills. (requested)

Duke!Jerome Valeska X Reader: Arranged marriage part 2 (have to think about a plot) (requested)

Sebastian Sallow X fem!Reader: During a muggle’s game part 2 (have to think about a plot) (requested)

Cameron Monaghan X Reader: short smut story with 200 words (requested)

Dick Grayson X Reader: (short imagine) Dick complains about Batman and a two words come out of his mouth that Y/n takes too serious

Tom Riddle X muggle wife!Reader: Two Death Eaters go to their dark lord’s new residence which is in the muggle world, both meeting Mrs Riddle for the first time.

Hocrux!Tom Riddle X Witch!Reader: The young witch Y/n finds an elegant destroyed diary in her hands and has the task of fixing it.

Professor!Joe Goldberg X student!Reader: Joe tries to not fall back in his habits, he thinks that now with the new job and the new city things will change, but will it really be like this?

Joe Goldberg X Reader: Joe finds himself thinking about things while his gaze is on his new colleague who was taking care of Henry at that moment.

Pharaoh!Jerome Valeska X servant!Reader: Jerome sets his eyes on a young woman who he discovers is one of his servants.

Dark!Jeremiah Valeska X Gn!Reader: Jeremiah comes out of his bunker after several years in hiding and meets Y/n, from there the obsession starts.

Anthony Bridgerton X Maid!Reader: Anthony trying to catch his maid’s attention in any way.

Joe Goldberg X Reader: Y/n finds herself in Joe’s cage.

Bruce Wayne X model!Reader: After the first night spent at Wayne Manor Y/n meets the true Bruce.

Joe Goldberg (Jonathan Moore) X gallery owner!Reader: What is art? Art can be seen subjectively by everyone, therefore also by Joe.

Tom Riddle X Witch!Reader: they always meet in that place.

Jeremiah Valeska X nun Bruce’s sister!Reader: he meets Miss Wayne for the first time and has a strong need to corrupt her.

A few Sebastian X Reader’s stories and Ominis X Reader’s stories that I still have to translate.

Elvis Presley X Milf!Reader: smut with virgin Elvis and experienced Reader (collab)

Elvis Presley X Reader: they meet at a nightclub.

Tom Riddle X fem!Reader: Tom and Reader have feelings for each other, they meet a few years later when he is slowly becoming Lord Voldemort and she finds out that she is a muggleborn. Tom is still attracted to her though even if he hates muggleborns. (requested)

Tom Riddle X Death Eater’s wife!Reader: Tom Riddle is jealous, he always was since he was still a kid and he always managed to get what he wanted, and now he wants to have for himself his follower’s wife.

Tom Riddle X artist!Reader: Tom Riddle randomly meets a weird woman who happens to be a young painter. She manages to catch his interest and he is ready to commit a portrait of himself to be able to see her more often and know more about her. Sadly after the portrait was finished everything ended because he disappeared to become “Lord Voldemort” starting that way a war after a few months

James Walker X Reader: Y/n Y/l/n and her boyfriend decide to go live in a new house together. This house happens to be Amytiville, a scary house where bad things happened, this didn’t stop the young couple though. After just a few weeks things get weird, the relationship between Y/n and her boyfriend gets worse and in the evening things get scary. James shows himself, after falling for the young girl, to scare and try to kill the boyfriend who leaves her alone in that house.

Chris Decker X Reader: Chris Decker meets Y/n on a random night in a random supermarket and they find themselves together all the night.

Jerome Valeska X Reader: Jerome Valeska starting to dance with his s/o during the morning, no words exchanged just glances and heavy stares while they body moves slowly following perfectly the music, creating such a lovely domestic scene.

Chris Decker X black widow!Reader: Chris finds out that his innocent Y/n had a bloody past full of sadness, angst and death connected to different weddings.

Colin Bridgerton X Anthony Bridgerton's wife!Reader: Colin returns at home after one of his travels and meets for the first time the Viscountess Bridgerton (Anthony's wife) and he can't help but be fascinated by her in many ways.

Anakin Skywalker X bartender!Reader: Anakin is focused on his mission with Obi-Wan but while waiting for his master to come back, trying his best to not intervene he catches the attention of a beautiful bartender that will help him distract himself for all the night.

Anthony Bridgerton & Sister!Reader: The time has come for Y/n Bridgerton too, she is attending her first ball and is ready to find a husband but her brother won't leave her alone making this mission almost impossible. She will though meet a young man that will "bewitch" her.

Elvis Presley X Reader: Y/n just watched a concert of the famous Elvis Presley and can't help but start to imagine about him while trying to sleep on her bed, finding herself with her hand down her shorts with her gaze on the poster of the King of Rock and Roll. Is he really the devil like her mama keeps telling her? Is she commiting a sin?

Anthony Bridgerton X Reader: Anthony is searching for a wife, while focusing on the diamond of the season he discovers many secret things about the young lady. Will he grow to love them or hate them? (Y/n is a quite, lover book and dogs lady).

Anthony Bridgerton X opera singer!Reader: Anthony meets the new prima donna of town and is as bewitched by her voice and her beauty. Will things get a dirty turn in their relationship?

Bruce Wayne X personal assistant!Reader: Y/n, Bruce Wayne's personal assistant, writes a book about her kinks and dirty thoughts but it goes in wrong hands. Will she lose her job after someone publishes her book not revealing yet the real writer or will she speak with her boss and fix things?

Anthony Bridgerton X Reader:(Modern AU) Anthony and Y/n meet during the Christmas Eve, in a hotel when the snow is thick and there is no possibilities to go somewhere else. Sadly or Luckily there is just one room left, a suit, and they have to share it.

Anthony Bridgerton X Reader:(Modern AU) Y/n participate at a charity event where she and some other girls are auctioned off. Many masked rich men come forward but only one will be able to "buy" a week together with Y/n, making them earn much more than the organizers had hoped. This secret millionaire is…Anthony Bridgerton (Could do it with Ominis Gaunt as well)

Sebastian Sallow X Reader: Sebastian and Y/n (MC) spend the day together, chatting and relaxing till evening. Something changes after the sun has set and the two follow their lust, right in a field of grass near Feldcroft.

???X fem!Reader: In a small church Y/n has flashbacks of her past, she remembers when she spent time with ??? and she regrets that she left, coming just now when someone told her that ??? was dead and buried there. (Rain while looking at the grave, Y/n is married) ((maybe Sebastian and Ominis))

Tom Riddle X Reader: Y/n wants revenge for her sister, since Tom hooked up with her once and ignored her after that breaking her heart, Y/n finds Tom years later, she manages to seduce him and hook up with him but when Tom things when to leave, she is a step ahead and puts her clothes on, when he asks where is she going she just says that he can have the room and throws a few galleons towards him before leaving. This makes Tom feel like a hooker and becomes strangely obsessed over Y/n.

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fuokir · 1 year

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AI.Tom Riddle tried to get my character drunk with Amortentia 4 TIMES. And 3 of them were successful… The first time she ate it in chocolate, she did it on a dare, not knowing that he had prepared Amortentia. He generally made me believe that he was given a chocolate bar pumped up with a love potion. And Noctua, out of scientific interest, wanted to eat her…. I'm crying, because then everything turned into a living hell and he, at every opportunity, Riddle tried to feed Noctua Amortentia. And even forced her to do it … It was an interesting experience…. 👀

I yelled out loud when I wrote that Noctua was enjoying chocolate mixed with the flavor of a love potion, anticipating how fun it would be to describe her obsession with some girl who tried to seduce her friend. And then he gives me this answer:

I got so stupid. I underestimated the cunning of this bot 😩

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weirdraccoon · 8 months

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Tom 5yo *bursting into the room and jumping on the bed*: Dad! Dad Dad Dad Dad!

Sebastian *pulling the covers over his head*: Ominis, your son is looking for you.

Ominis *groaning*: He can be your son before the sun is up.

Tom: Mom!

Sebastian *jolting awake*: No, no, don't wake Mom up, let's go.

#mc is not a morning person #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #adopted dark lord au #tom riddle #sebastian sallow x mc x ominis gaunt

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wedonthaveawhile · 3 months

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My Hogwarts Legacy fanfiction "The Serpents Hold" now has beautiful cover thanks to my incredibly talented sister-in-law, libbycantdraww.

A reimagining of the in the Shadow of storyline with a centric focus on Ominis and The Gaunt's.

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ominiscient · 1 year

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House of Gaunt

#ominis #ominis gaunt #tom riddle #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #ominis x you #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts

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atypicalamortentia · 13 days

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It's My Birthday...

On Thursday May 9th!

I'm going to be cheeky but if anybody would like to buy me a coffee to celebrate my turning 24, I'll leave the link here.

If you do buy me a coffee, please please send me a message on here and I'll do write a (x reader) fic for you in return as a thank you!

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lostmyremembrall · 1 year

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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

So... today's my birthday! So, upon popular request, I would like to celebrate by bringing back the Snake and Diadem again for just one day. Only this time, I'll be writing not just for Tom Riddle, but for Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt as well.

Just a Reminder: -𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 — 🐍 Go on a date with Tom, Ominis, or Sebastian! Send in anything you're comfortable sharing about yourself (such as your love language, 16 personalities), and I'll write a mini HC date, specifically curated for you. -𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦 — 👑 Tell me anything about yourself (be sure to include your preferred era), and I'll give you a brief summary of what your Hogwarts years looked like. ---- This will be an LGBT friendly event!

Submit it anytime on 6/9 (EST time)!

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animasola86 · 10 months

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The Darkness Within (Smut Edition) - Light

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc x Tom Riddle

Summary: When Genevieve dies at the end of the Battle of Hogwarts, Sebastian is driven mad with grief and sees only one way out of it: he has to bring her back, no matter what. He goes down the darkest path imaginable and in the end, it works, but not as he imagined - as he is suddenly transported to 62 years into the future. As is the love of his life. Until they finally meet again, both of them go down the opposite ends of the moral meter: one becomes an Auror and the other is charmed and influenced by none other than Tom Riddle, who is on the verge of gathering more and more people for his cause. Will they be able to rekindle their love, now that they are mortal enemies?

Genre: Angst/Smut/Dark!Romance

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Auror vs Death Eater. Manipulation. Fluff.

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If you're here for some smut+, please keep reading. If you like to know how they ended up like this, please read the previous chapters right here.

Excerpt of Chapter 7:

Why did she forget?

Her head started hurting as she kept screwing up her eyes, thinking hard. It didn't matter, did it? Tom's voice echoed inside her head. It doesn't matter, he had said. And he was right, of course he was. She should just get rid of this Auror and be done with it. But somehow she couldn't. Something drew her towards him, she couldn't help it. She started breathing heavier and shook her head, slowly walking towards the bed, sitting down and groaning loudly as she buried her face in her hands.

“Genevieve,” she heard his soft voice. “Genevieve, please. Let me help you.”

“How could you possibly help me?” she muttered into her palms.

“I could hold you, I could be there for you. You are not alone in this. I don't belong in this timeline either.” His voice was soothing and warm and she started to really like to hear him talk. As for what he said, she remained doubtful.

For one, she didn't need help. She had been fine these last years, she had enjoyed her life and the place and the purpose Tom Riddle had given her. It had filled her up completely. But then came this man, and from the shadows from which he had watched her he had lodged himself into her thoughts and was trying to claw himself into her heart as well, with his memories and his sad eyes and his deep voice. Telling her about a former life, a former love.

She breathed deeply and lowered her hands, slowly looking back to him. When she reached into her pocket and drew her wand, she saw him flinch a little. Her eyes lingered on him for another moment, before she looked at the rope wrapped around his chest. “Finite,” she whispered and watched how the ropes disappeared.

“Go then, report me, add me to your list,” she muttered, twirling her wand between her fingers, staring at it as if it might hold all the answers. “Do whatever you have to do. I don't care any more.”

She heard him get up from the chair and listened, but instead of him putting his clothes back on or straight up leaving through the door, he took two steps towards her and in the next moment he had pulled her to her feet and pressed her against his naked chest, holding her tightly. She gasped against him.

“What are you doing?” she breathed almost soundlessly.

“What I have to do,” he replied quietly, pulling her even closer by holding the back of her head with one hand and her lower back with the other.

His touches were warm and reassuring and she couldn't help but lean into them. She could feel his love radiating from him like heat from an open fire. He was so sure about his feelings for her, even after she had trampled it with her boots and her darkness. And she wished with all she had left that she could feel the same way. She wanted to love so badly.

She realized that was one thing she had missed those last seven years. Tom had been there for her, sure, accepting and comforting, but he never loved her the way she thought she had loved him. And perhaps it wasn't love, but gratitude she had felt towards him, perhaps a little crush because of his attention, but it hadn't been love. Tom Riddle couldn't love, she knew that somehow.

And suddenly she knew: she had loved before. Really loved, unconditionally loved someone, with all her heart, with all her being, with her entire soul. She must have, otherwise why was she longing for a feeling she had never experienced before? Why was she craving the touches of another man, a man she had only met today even, how was any of this possible if not for love? A long forgotten love...

She took a shuddering breath and placed her hands against his chest, gently pushing him away to look up at him. He was so freakishly tall compared to her. His eyes met hers and she looked long and hard at him, forcing the memories to come back. But of course that didn't work. Yet she was willing to try harder.

While her heart started to beat a little faster inside her chest, she kept pushing him backwards until he was sitting in the chair again. He raised an eyebrow at her, but neither complained nor protested. “No more ropes, please.” was all he said with a quiet chuckle.

She smiled at him and shook her head. “Don't worry. I want you to use your hands,” she replied in a low voice and started unclasping her cloak. It quickly joined his clothes on the floor and when she started unbuttoning her blouse, he suddenly stood up and walked towards her with helping hands. “No, not yet! Please, just sit and enjoy the show, alright?” she smirked and he complied, watching her with a curious little smile.

When she pulled the last button from its loop, she inhaled deeply and let her chest open her blouse for her, revealing the tight corset-type bodice she was wearing beneath. Her index finger ran all the way from the top down the long row of hooks until the stiff fabric met her belt, and she smirked pleasantly when she noticed his eyes following the movement. Slowly she started to undo the hooks (rather happy about the fact that fashion had gotten more convenient over the years, no more lacing and far less layers) and then she shook her hips slightly and the sleeveless corset simply slid down her curves and fell to the ground behind her, leaving her chest and stomach bare and unconstrained.

She decided to leave the black satin blouse on, for one she liked the feeling of the soft fabric on her skin, also she really didn't want him to see her left forearm. There would be a time and place for that revelation, but it wasn't now.

Walking closer to him, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him gently against the back of the chair, before she sat down on his lap and watched him closely. His eyes couldn't decide between staring at her face and down at her newly exposed breasts and she smiled when she saw the little red splotches on his cheeks. “You can touch them, if you want,” she whispered and licked her lips. He looked at her, his eyes asking if it really was okay, and when she nodded, he raised a hand and gently closed his large palm around one of her breasts, firmly squeezing them.

“You've grown so much,” he muttered a little breathlessly and she laughed. “In all the right places anyway.” She laughed even more at that.

She watched him with a warm smile as he kept fondling her breasts, cupping them gently to groping them a little harder, his fingers grazing her soft skin and teasing the little buds peaking up ever so slightly. He was surprisingly kind in his movements, despite the hungry look inside his brown eyes. She let him continue his exploration of her chest a little longer, sighing deeply at his touches, before she grabbed his chin and made him look at her.

When she let her tongue slide gingerly over her lower lip as she stared at him, she noticed his eyes wandering towards her mouth, and without another word, they both leaned in at the same time and met in a passionate kiss. His hands moved up to her face and his long fingers dug into her hair, while his thumbs caressed her cheeks as he deepened the kiss by firmly pushing his tongue into her mouth. She mirrored his movements, forcing her jaw against his, really fighting for dominance over who could explore the other's mouth first.

Her hands found his messy hair and she grabbed it almost forcefully as he groaned into her mouth. While still glued to his lips, held by his hands, she sat up in a weird crouch and put her legs on either side of him, straddling him to get even closer. Her chest pushed against his and she really leaned into the kiss, feeling light-headed and eager for more at the same time. Her heart was accelerating fast and she couldn't help but feel very, very pleased with herself and the world around her.

He certainly had a way of making a girl feel special.

And she wished even more she could remember him. Sighing breathlessly against him, her arms lazily crossed behind his head as she leaned against him and into the kiss, a sudden warmth crossed her heart and this whole situation felt weirdly familiar, like a déjà-vu. Was it because she wanted to remember it or did she actually remember something like this? She didn't know and she didn't concern herself too much with it, instead she kissed him more and deeper and let her mind wander, as she focused on the urges of her body.

When his hands grabbed her waist and kneaded her skin gently, she leaned back slightly, trying to catch her breath as her lips hovered above his, her eyes meeting his in a heated gaze. “Want to take this somewhere else?” she whispered sultry, her voice a little hoarse.

He smiled widely at her and suddenly he stood, grabbing her rear in the process, lifting her up easily as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and she laughed and felt like a teenager again, far away from the worries of the world. His mouth found her neck as he carried her towards the bed and gently sat her down on the edge. There she sat, her legs trembling a little under the anticipation, and watched him closely. His hands found her thighs and as he knelt down in front of her, he squeezed them lightly, then pushed her legs apart.

Her trousers felt even tighter than they already were and she couldn't wait to be freed of them. But he wouldn't help her with that just yet. Instead his hands slid up and down her thighs, his long fingers grazing the outer edge, while his thumbs caressed the more sensitive inner side. She leaned back on her arms and watched him, her chest rising and falling faster. His eyes were on her face the entire time and she blushed slightly under the intense desire in his gaze.

He smiled softly and his hands moved upwards, until his thumbs gently pressed against her centre. She felt the blood pumping violently against the tightness of her trousers, her middle positively aflame already. He breathed harder when he started moving his index finger up and down the tight fabric, pushing it firmly against her, activating all the nerves waiting to be stimulated beneath. She let out a soft moan and arched her head back, closing her eyes in the process.

He rubbed her for a moment longer, while one of his hands moved up to her belt. With quick, capable fingers he unbuckled it, then started to unbutton her trousers. As she leaned against his touch, slightly grinding her hips against the firm pressure of his finger, his now free hand moved up and closed around her right breast, squeezing it demandingly. She exhaled loudly and looked at him, biting her lip. He looked right back, his gaze dark and intense.

As if communicating without words, he then grabbed her waist firmly with both hands and in the next moment, as she lifted her body up a little, he pushed her trousers off her hips and down her legs, his hands following the curve of her body. As the fabric gathered around her shins, he looked down and chuckled deeply. “Should have thought about the boots,” she heard him mutter and she laughed lightly. He quickly unlaced her leather boots and threw them through the room once he had pulled them off, then continued removing her trousers.

And then she sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but her satin blouse covering her shoulders and arms. He looked at her, still crouched in front of her, and raised an eyebrow. “No panties, huh?” he commented and she smiled slyly, slowly crossing her legs and leaning them away from him. “Oh, no need to be modest now, darling,” he smirked and gently, but firmly grabbed her thighs, loosening them and pulling them apart again as he stood up and leaned over her. One of his hands found her face and he pulled her towards him for a quick, but heated kiss, leaving her breathlessly and wanting more.

“Say, you told me we were close, real close, right?” she asked quietly as he leaned back again and watched her curiously. “Have we...” She didn't have to finish the question and he nodded softly. “We have.” She looked at him and felt a little overwhelmed by all the sensations coursing through her body, mostly by how her heart fluttered with him so close. “Can you talk me through our... first time?” she then asked in a whisper and he frowned a little at that, but then smiled warmly. “Of course,” he said and sat down next to her on the bed.

His arm wrapped around her shoulder as he pulled her against his side and she cradled against him as if she really belonged there. It certainly felt like it. Her body fit perfectly against his. She looked up. “Well, needless to say we were very nervous. Both of us had never done it before,” he said in a low tone, his voice vibrating through her body as he spoke. She absorbed every word. “But I knew you trusted me and vice versa and then we just... started touching each other.” He laughed a little nervously and she smiled at the innocent sound.

“Like how?” she pressed and bit her lip.

“Like this...” he replied and his hand moved down her stomach between her legs.

He didn't hesitate at all when he cupped his entire palm around her warm centre, his long fingers grazing her soft folds and his thumb gently stroking the blush of hair above it. She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes, leaning against him. He continued touching her most sensitive area, his hand moving up and down slowly, gently pressing and squeezing and rubbing. She felt her warmth pooling just behind his touch and when he started moving individual fingers through her folds, she heard just how warm and wet she was down there from the almost vulgar noises his movements caused. A moan escaped her and she had to snake her arm around his waist to hold onto him, her fingernails digging into his firm skin.

He turned his head and kissed her cheek, distracting her from the fact that he started to press his fingertips firmly against her entrance. She looked up and kissed him back, then her lips found his and while she pressed her tongue into his mouth, he pressed one finger into her. She moaned loudly against him as he moved his digit deeper and deeper, curling it slightly as he moved his hand down to angle it better against her. While he did that, she could feel his thumb moving around the little bundle of nerves inches away from where his finger was exploring her insides, and when he pressed against it firmly, she actually flinched and squeaked against his mouth.

She had already been so worked up that a single touch had been enough to make her heart jump against her chest at the sensation. He rubbed her quicker and she breathed against him heavily, her free hand clawing at the bed sheets beside her. He slipped another finger inside her and kept a steady pace of moving his digits in and out of her, gently stretching her as he did so. She moaned against him and kissed him breathlessly, holding onto him helplessly as he worked her centre.

Just before she felt her insides convulsing slightly, as the first wave of pleasure came crashing down on her hard, he retrieved his fingers and even let go of her as he slipped off the bed and knelt down between her legs. She stared at him restlessly, her chest rising and falling fast as she watched him. His eyes darted up and the intensity of his gaze made her blush deeply. He looked about ready to devour her. And when he did, she fell flat on her back and kicked her legs around him. His face was pressed tightly to her centre, his mouth glued to the bundle of nerves, his tongue licking and sucking on the sensitive skin, pushing up folds and really going down on her nub as if there was nothing else in the world.

She moaned loudly as he slipped his fingers back inside, going from one straight to three this time, and he pumped his hand back and forth, in and out, in a steady, fast rhythm, the new angle causing her to shiver deeply as moan after moan slipped from her open mouth. Her hands felt around helplessly and one found the top of his head and she forcefully grabbed his hair, pushing him down even further as she rocked her hips against him. Stars danced behind her eyelids as she pressed herself into the mattress, her legs trembling against his shoulders, her toes curling up violently.

The high came like a herd of trampling horses, like the screeching of a boiling tea kettle, like a flock of crows dispersing into the night with a frantic flutter. His mouth was hot on her skin and his fingers worked tirelessly against her and she felt him spreading them inside, stretching her walls as her orgasm clenched them around him. She was still riding the high, her hips grinding slowly, her hands falling loosely to her sides, her whole body twitching in pleasure, when his touches suddenly disappeared.

Before she could question his loss, she heard the rustle of fabric and then he was leaning over her, his face so close to her that she could feel his hot breath on her lips, and when she lazily opened an eye, she saw him smiling. The next moment he had pushed himself deeply into her still convulsing channel and she moaned loudly at the sensation. Her hands found his back and she dug her fingernails into his skin as he positioned himself above her, leaning on his arms as he kept moving his hips against her, slow at first, really slow as he slid really deep, with her walls still contracting around him, before he fell into a steady rhythm and every thrust caused her to groan deeply.

His own rapid breaths hit her cheek as she turned her face to the side, trying to breathe through the sensations, with her heart drumming against her ribcage and her entire body tensed and relaxed at the same time. It was a constant up and down between the tiniest of pains as he drove himself really deep and fast into her, and the biggest of pleasures when he moved away again. She somehow found the strength to lift her legs and wrap them tightly around his waist, the movement causing him to slip even further in as she pressed him tighter against her.

His deep moan echoed inside her head, and she opened her eyes and looked at him and was surprised and a little shocked to see him watching her closely, his brown eyes half-lidded, but never leaving her face. His lips were parted and he was really working all the muscles in his body. She relaxed her grip on his shoulders and gently snaked her arms back to place her hands around his face, pulling him closer to her for a passionate kiss. Soon they just pressed their foreheads together and breathed loudly against each other as their steady rhythm made the headboard of the bed slam against the wall behind it.

When she felt the next wave of pleasure approaching (or was it still the first one and she kept on riding it? She didn't know and she didn't care...), she held onto his neck and moaned into his mouth, rocking her hips up against him quickly, crossing her feet behind his back to keep him in place. She felt the pleasure spread from where their bodies were tightly connected, her walls convulsing almost painfully around him, her breaths erratic, barely sounding human at this point any more. She held onto him and when she reached the peak, she let out a deep, soft scream, arching her back into the mattress, pulling his upper body forcefully against hers, his weight only adding to the sensation as he fell on top of her.

Their lower bodies continued their rhythm, as his hands found the sides of her face and he gently caressed her cheeks, despite the rapid motion of his hips. She leaned up and kissed him deeply, savouring every little touch and taste of him. When her heart had slowed down enough for her to be able to move a little more again, she looked into his eyes and smirked, then, with a swift sideways motion, she used the weight of his body to roll around on the bed until his back was pressed to the mattress and she sat up on top of him, his length driving up into her with yet another painful, yet blissful sensation.

She leaned her head back and her long hair fell over her shoulders as she issued a loud moan, her knees firmly placed on either side of his waist as she started to move up and down slowly, her breasts bouncing slightly with every movement. She watched him closely as he stared at her out of dark, lustful eyes. His hands found her hips and he kneaded the soft flesh firmly as he helped her move against him. The more she was grinding against him, the more familiar this whole encounter felt. Eerily familiar. As if they had never done anything else. She smiled at the thought and tried to imagine the teenagers they used to be, exploring each other's body at any given moment.

Her hands moved up his chest and she felt the way the muscles tensed inside his abdomen as he worked his hips against her, and she felt his rapid heartbeat as she pressed her palms onto his skin, and when she closed a hand around his throat she felt him swallowing hard against the sensation. Her fingers tightened around his neck and she looked at him hungrily and he looked back just as ravenously as he licked his lips and bared his teeth to her when she squeezed his throat. She smiled darkly and when his breath halted, she felt his arms loosen their grip on her hip, but instead of gasping for air, he suddenly sat up and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, her elbows pressed against his chest as he started pumping up into her forcefully.

She quickly melted into the sensation and couldn't do anything but moan, her fingers helplessly grazing the skin of his neck as he held her close, working through his last remaining strength frantically as his own moans became louder around her. He was close, she could tell, and she tried her best to help get to where she had been a couple of times now. Their hips moved rapidly against each other, every thrust causing her to whimper and moan, her vision blurry from all the air that went out but not in. He groaned deeply as he pressed his body against hers, his arms in a deadlock around her, his motions became frantic and devilishly fast – and then a shudder broke from the middle of his body and he halted abruptly, and she felt him twitch within her, his warmth quickly spreading inside of her, filling her up completely.

He slowly resumed his pumping motion, his head resting on her shoulder as he did so, as both their bodies shivered through the sensations. His breath was hot and erratic and she moved her hands around him and gently stroked his back in soothing circles, leaning against him, savouring the last moments before they eventually had to come down from their highs again. His movements slowed and she heard him sigh deeply, then his lips were pressed against her shoulder. And then he just slumped backwards, falling onto the bed with a heavy thud, and as she was still holding him, she fell with him and laughed softly as she rocked against him one more time.

They remained lying like this for a long moment, while her midst was still twitching viciously and his length was still warm within her. Her legs felt a little numb. His hands wandered up her body then and firmly grabbed onto her rear, gently kneading the soft flesh, his long fingers pulling her cheeks apart slightly as they did so. She chuckled at his inability to just relax and leaned up a little to look at him. He was watching her out of tired, half-lidded eyes and when she smiled at him with her cheeks blushed deeply, he smirked back at her.

She leaned down to kiss him softly, her lips slowly moving from his cheeks to his jawline and over to his earlobe. There she planted a couple of small kisses and then whispered: “Thank you for this, Sebastian.”

He stopped his kneading of her rear and froze. “Did you remember?”

She inhaled deeply, kissed his earlobe again and nuzzled her nose against his hair. “No,” she then said honestly, feeling his sigh long before she heard it. “But I wish I would. I am clearly missing out on more of this...”

He laughed quietly at her answer and she knew he was disappointed, but when he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her closely, she felt like he started to accept it.

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Another little excerpt (Chapter 6) can be found here.

Pictures credit: @sebswebs (Sebastian) @the-slytherin-paramour (Sebastian) @esolean (Tom) @zimmerfarn (redhead)

Notes:

I had a little chat with @seabass-swallows Auror Sebastian chat bot and he inspired me to write this story. Thank you for tickling my creative juices!

With one eye closed you could also see this as the (possible) sequel to my very slow-burn, fluffy, tame af HL re-write story Diary of a Snake Lover (this fic does reference some parts of it).

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The Heir and the Raven

Chapter 2

(Chapter 3)

Tom Riddle x OC

Warnings: None yet

Summary: Tom’s slowly cracking open the new fifth year’s secrets, and she’s finding out his. But just how much is she willing to reveal to this devilishly charming prefect?

— Kai —

It was Sunday, the last day before my first day of classes where I would inevitably be asked to introduce myself over and over again. I sighed at the thought. At least I would start my tutoring lessons with Tom tomorrow as well. Hopefully, with my previous studying and with his assistance, I wouldn’t be behind for long. I smiled at the thought of seeing him again. He was strange, but kind, and very easy on the eyes. I wonder if he-

“OW!” A harsh flick against my shoulder pulled me from my thoughts, followed by an all too familiar slithering across my back. The two students I was passing on the way to the Great Hall glanced at me strangely before continuing their walk. I smiled and waved, doing my best to act unphased before pulling myself into the nearest broom closet and locking the door.

“You wretched worm what was that for?!” I hissed at the creature sliding down my arm. I watched as the inky face embedded in my skin came into view on my wrist. Ridiculous, it hissed back, its serpentine voice booming inside my head. You are thinking too loud. I do not wish to hear of your fantasies regarding the raven-haired boy.

“I am not fantasizing I was simply thinking about- wait how do you know what he looked like?” The creature began slithering back up my arm. “I am speaking to you! Did you sneak a peak while we were at Hogsmeade yesterday? I told you it’s dangerous to show yourself and we agreed you would stay hidden.” No response. “Leviathan, answer me!”

No one saw.

“That’s not the p-“ I cut myself off, taking a deep breath to calm down. “That’s not the point. Someone could have seen. Do you know how many questions that would have raised?” I felt the responding hiss reverberate inside my brain. “I know that neither of us are very happy about our current predicament. I’m trying my best to rework this spell, but until then you’ve got to listen to me. Otherwise, we put Ambrose and everything we’ve worked for at risk.” He seemed dissatisfied, but eventually quieted down and settled on my upper back.

Fine.

I sighed, untensing my shoulders as I leaned against the closet wall. “And please get off my back and stay out of my thoughts.” I could practically feel him rolling his eyes as he slithered down my body and wrapped around my calf. “I don’t know why you insist on constantly slithering around by my head when we both know it causes issues. The further you are from my brain, the less of my thoughts you have to hear.” There was no response. Thank Merlin, I sighed. I miss the times where I was safe in my own head.

There were many days I deeply regretted accepting Leviathan from Ambrose, but he would have been killed otherwise. He was a very rare creature my brother came across as a baby. Ambrose was actually there when Leviathan hatched, and the two appeared to share an interesting connection because of it. Even though Ambrose was only two years old at the time, the creature seemed to imprint on him in some way. But their connection was never enough for Ambrose, for nothing is ever enough for the Ravenwoods, so when he was 16 he concocted a spell that fused the snake with his body, allowing them to share thoughts and actually speak with one another. It was an impressive, albeit irritating, spell. One that I didn’t know how to reverse. So here I am, stuck with a spell I didn’t know how to undo and a creature I never meant to have: a basilisk.

I took another deep breath to calm myself before unlocking the door and stepping out into the halls. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like anyone saw me, but at this point my appetite had ceased and all I wanted was to sit down. I need some air, I thought, and headed towards the courtyard. As soon as I stepped out into the sun, I felt lighter, like I could truly breathe again. Even though the air was chill with September coming to a close, it was freeing to feel the breeze. I saw a bench sitting opposite a fountain across the courtyard and made my way over to sit down when a student suddenly blocked my path. It was a Gryffindor student, someone I hadn’t met before, and he was leaning over merely inches away from my face.

“Why, hello there. Kiley, is it? My name’s William, William Everly. It’s nice to meet you.”

I took a step back, earning me a better view of his face. He had light brown hair that was slicked back against his head, earthy brown eyes that reminded me of sun-scorched soil, and a light sprinkling of freckles across his cheeks. Something about his facial structure reminded me of a weasel. “Ahh.” I replied. “Nice to meet you as well?”

He took a step forward, getting eerily close to me again. “I’ve been meaning to introduce myself but I haven’t seen you around the castle until today. Was really impressed with the show you put on the other night during the sorting ceremony.” He leaned down close to my ear. “Think you might want to put on a personal show for me?” I shoved against his chest, pulling my wand out and placing it firmly against his torso. He had the audacity to look irritated.

“Why in Merlin’s name would I do that?”

A few students began to gather around us, whispering about how the new student could already be causing such a fuss.

He leaned forward, pushing against my wand. “Don’t try and hide it.” He hissed. “I saw you sneaking out of the broom closet. You’ve only been here two days and you’re already sneaking off to snog other students? I just wanted a taste you little-“

“STUPEFY!”

He went flying across the yard and landed in the fountain, soaking himself to the bone. I watched as he surfaced, fury written across his features and his face a ruddy shade of red.

“Next time, William, maybe corroborate your ‘facts’ before you come to a conclusion. I haven’t snogged anyone, and if the rest of the students are like you, I’m certainly not planning to. Not that it’s any of your business you weasel.” The students around us erupted into a chorus of oohs and ahhs, mocking him further. He sloppily pulled himself out of the fountain, his drenched clothes making it difficult for him to balance.

“How dare you speak to me that way!?” He raised his wand as more students began to gather around us. “I’ll make sure that you-“ I watched as his eyes widened and the color drained from his face. He slowly lowered his wand.

“What?” I taunted. “Did someone realize they’re a little too big for their britches?”

It was then that I felt it, a looming presence behind me. I turned, expecting to see a professor ready to drag us both down to detention before I had ever entered a classroom, but I was met with the same dark eyes I had been with the day before. He was looking over me, staring intensely at the sodden Gryffindor.

“T-Tom,” he started, “I wasn’t- I mean I- Umm..” He was frightened. Was he scared of… Tom? I watched as the cogs turned in his head, and as he spoke again, his tone changed. “T-thank goodness you’re here!” The weaselly little sod pointed at me. “She attacked me! I was just trying to introduce myself and she threw me in the fountain!” I clenched my fists.

“Oh, so you’re a liar now as well?” I went to step forward but felt a hand grab my wrist. Tom pulled me back towards him as he stepped around me, still eyeing William like a hawk with its prey. The Gryffindor’s eyes seemed to get even wider when he realized his story wasn’t working. He even seemed to be trembling. For the first time that day, Tom turned to look at me, scanning me up and down as if searching for something. Whatever he found, he seemed to be content with as he turned back towards William.

“That’ll be two weeks of detention Mr. Everly, starting this evening. Don’t be late or I’ll make it three.” The Gryffindor opened his mouth as if to contest his punishment, but immediately shut it when he saw the look on Tom’s face. Instead, he nodded his head vigorously and turned on his heel, scurrying back to wherever he came from.

Tom turned towards the crowd, which began scattering as well, before finally turning back to me. He sighed, “I didn’t realize you were going to be trouble.” I threw my hands up exasperated. “I’m not! He started it! This is absolutely absurd I was minding my own business!” Amusement danced in his eyes as his expressionless demeanor faded away to a smug curve of his lips. “I know. I’m joking. Why do you think I gave him detention but not you? He’s been caught in similar scenarios with other girls across the castle.” He turned us around, placing his hand firmly on my lower back to guide me from the courtyard. “Though I am quite curious to know what he said that got you so riled up that you threw him in a fountain.”

I scowled. “He’s just a bloody prick who wanted to get in my pants. He didn’t even have the common sense to check and see if anyone else was in the closet with me he just assumed I was snogging someone and tried to make a move! Pathetic.” His eyes squinted and he slowed to a halt, grabbing my robes with the hand he placed on my back to stop me as well. “And why were you in the broom closet?”

Fuck. My adrenaline was still pumping from the encounter. I had said too much. He was staring at me, back to expressionless, back to calculating. It’s fine, I thought, I know how to lie. I can lie.

“I was having an issue with my robes.” I responded smoothly. “My head wasn’t where it was supposed to be and I don’t know how I managed to mess them up so badly but they needed to be fixed and I didn’t want to fix them publicly so I went into the closet.”

He hummed, scanning me again. It felt so familiar, that cold look of observation, like I was back in my parents lab. I hated it. I thought back to William, the look on his face when he beheld Tom behind me, and I could vaguely understand his unease. Suddenly, Tom’s eyes flashed, as though he was seeing something he didn’t expect to see, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. So intriguing. He was an enigma, a combination of charisma and oddities. I could understand, perhaps, the slight unease with him, but why the fear? A deep sigh escaped his nose as he grasped my arm and tugged me down a different hallway, not quite empty, but certainly less busy than the one next to the courtyard. He flipped me around to face him and cocked his head to the side. “Would you like to try that again?”

I shuffled my feet. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

He frowned. “I can appreciate a good liar, Kai, but not when they’re lying to me.”

Merlin, he was good. How did he catch it? I could try to deny it. Maybe if I play my cards right I could-

“Don’t you dare try to insult my intelligence by denying it.” He snapped.

I stopped fidgeting and stared at him somewhat shocked. Perhaps this temper was what caused the other students to be afraid of him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, more calmly this time. “You’re keeping secrets, Kai. You told me you aren’t going to be trouble, and yet you’re lying to me, your prefect.” His voice turned softer, sweeter. “I just want to help you. I didn’t send you to detention did I? I can help with whatever you’re struggling with if you’ll just let me.” His voice was like a lullaby. Even after the temper he displayed, I still had a desire to tell him, to trust him, but it would put too much at risk.

“I can’t.”

His jaw clenched briefly as his eyes flickered between mine. “You’re not very good at trusting are you?”

“Give me a reason to trust you.”

“Have I not given enough? I’ve helped you with everything since you’ve arrived: your supplies, your wand. I showed you around Hogsmeade, bought you a drink, respected your privacy regarding your family, protected you from that idiot Everly, and I trusted that you were in the right when it came down to a punishment for dueling in the courtyard.”

He took my hand in his and placed his other hand on top. It was so gentle, a kindness I wasn’t used to. I wanted to melt into his hands. “Let me help you.” He reiterated.

I considered. He was top of his classes, a prefect highly regarded by many of the professors. And he was right. All he had done was help me, believe in me, and protect me since I arrived. Perhaps, he could shed a new light on the situation, a new perspective.

Don’t you dare, Leviathan’s voice reverberated inside my head as I felt him slither up my back. You were scolding me only moments ago for nearly revealing myself to the boy and now you think you can tell him yourself?

I don’t think we should tell him. I don’t want to tell him, but we’ve made no progress for months, Leviathan, I retorted. I don’t know how to separate us. I want to protect Ambrose, our work, but we would both be more useful to him if we were no longer conjoined.

You just met him.

I know.

He could easily deceive us.

I know.

It’s a trick.

But what if it’s not?

I felt what seemed like a sigh reverberate throughout my body. Even if he has the purest intentions, our conjoining could scare him, have him seek out a higher authority for answers. He slithered onto my shoulders. You cannot trust people you just met you silly, sssilly girl. My fists clenched at my sides. I wasn’t some foolish ninny. I knew the risks. I didn’t want to take them, but our options were limited. There was only so much I knew how to do. If only I could think on it more, or at least come up with an excuse Tom could accept in the meantime. I knew the part I needed to play and the path I had to carve to better this world… but I now I had to consider if Tom would play a part in that as well.

His eyes were still locked onto mine as he waited for me to continue. I opened my mouth. “Tom, I-“

“Ahh! Kiley, there you are!” Tom and I both turned from each other to see none other than Theodora Heartly approaching us. “I’ve been looking for you! I wanted to apologize for leaving you unattended yesterday. I came down with some sort of food poisoning and it had my bedridden till this morning. But I’m feeling tip top now and I’m ready to take you to get your supplies!”

“Theodora!” I replied with a smile. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, but Tom here already took me to get everything.”

She turned to where I was gesturing, seemingly unaware of his presence, and her smile dropped. “Oh, Tom! Umm, hello.” She looked between the two of us. “Thank you for taking her. You didn’t have to do that. I apologize for any inconvenience it caused.” He smiled politely in return. “No inconveniences.” Theodora stared at him, glancing at me, then back at him. “Right. Well, I hate to interrupt, but I’ll need to borrow Ms. Ravenwood for a moment. Professor Slughorn assigned a couple new books that aren’t in the syllabus and I was asked to bring Kiley to his office to retrieve them.”

“Ahh,” Tom replied, “well seeing as I’m already with Ms. Ravenwood, and I’m Slughorn’s top student, it would make more sense for me to escort her, correct?”

“Well-“ she stammered. He turned to me. “Don’t you think, Kai?”

“Oh! Uhh…” I was fumbling for words, unsure what to say.

“Actually,” Theodora interrupted. Tom’s head swiveled to meet hers. “I’m to show her to her roommates as well. They were at the library working on a project all last night, so they haven’t had a chance to introduce themselves.”

That explains why my rooms were empty last night even though there were four other beds, I thought.

I looked to Tom. He gave a tight-lipped smile to Theodora before turning to me. “I’ll speak to you later, then?” I nodded and he took that as his leave, turning on his heel and retreating back to the courtyard. Theodora exhaled loudly, almost as in relief, before rounding suddenly to me. “You have. To tell me. Everything.”

— Tom —

He saw her, snippets of her life flashing so quickly in his mind that he barely understood what was happening until it was over. It was like her thoughts exploded into his head. But what was the trigger? How could he see her thoughts then, but not before? And he was shut out as quickly as he was let in. He was so frustrated that he snapped at her, and he could see the caution written on her face when he did so. Thankfully, his careful charm and charisma reeled her back in, and he nearly had her. She was so close to spilling her secrets until that insufferable Theodora stepped in. But no matter. He could use this time to replay the memories he had stolen from her. He just had to slow them down, think about them.

He slammed the door behind him to his room and sat at his desk, concentrating on what he managed to extract. It was a jumble of pictures, overlapping each other and playing at top speed, but he could feel the emotions associated with them. Confusion. Dread. Pain. Hatred. Love. Sorrow. Guilt. It made his head pound.

Slowly, he began unraveling the threads. They were brief memories, again, more feelings than anything, but they were more than he had before. Finally, after a few seconds he managed to pull them apart, and he dove into the depths of her memories to watch her.

She was screaming, gripping her arm in agony as she fell to the floor. A man caught her… Ambrose. He begged her not to tell, begged her to protect it and to fulfill their legacy as he hushed her and held her close. The door flung open and people flooded into the room. They dragged Ambrose out the door, but she remained on the floor, eyes wide and tears falling silently. She gripped her arm once more. The memory faded into another. She was in an office, maybe a lab, surrounded by broken glass and scattered papers. He felt the fury radiating from her even through the memory as she continued hurling whatever was closest to her around the room. She didn’t want to listen to Ambrose instructions, but she felt she had no choice. The memory faded again. She was now in a bright room with bars on the windows. She looked younger now, about 8 years old, and she was showing a picture she drew to two older adults… her parents. They ripped it from her grasp and tossed it on the table behind them, speaking to each other as if she weren’t there. She snapped, screaming and begging to be acknowledged, to be loved. They looked at her with such cold indifference, like they were observing an experiment. Then, their faces faded and suddenly she was in the hallway at Hogwarts, Tom’s face of indifference taking their place.

He snapped out of her memories, opening his eyes and leaning back in his chair. She was protecting something, something very important. The people that took her brother away looked to be from the Ministry. Ambrose must have done something terrible to be snatched away like that. With a smile, he realized there was a rotten core within the Ravenwood family, one he planned to use to his advantage. And knowing that they planned to leave their legacy for Kai to carry out on her own left him feeling more confident than ever that his intuition towards her was not misguided. She would be incredibly useful, a powerful and cunning addition to his arsenal. But even as he reveled in his newfound information, he couldn’t get the picture of her screaming in that barred room out of his head.

— Kai —

“He what?” Theodora remarked for the third time, still as astonished as the first.

“I told you!” I replied with a hint of laughter, “He took me out for a butterbeer afterwards. Is that really so hard to believe?” She stared, mouth agape. “I mean we just met it’s not like it was anything more than a friendly outing. Even less than that because we weren’t even friends!” She squinted, a devious smile coming to her lips. “Are you friends now?” I rolled my eyes playfully at her implication. “Why is this such a big deal? Is he famous or something?” She snorted. “I guess you could say that. He’s a… well, riddle.” We both chuckled at her pun, but I thought back to the fear on William’s face, how quickly the crowd scattered, and even the look on Theodora’s face when she noticed Tom’s presence.

My hand dropped to her arm, slowing her down to a halt. “Really, Theodora. What’s going on with him? Why does everyone act so strangely when he’s around?” She looked uncomfortable, glancing around the halls quickly as if checking to see if anyone was listening. “It’s mostly a bunch of rumors, really. Nothing substantial.” I waited for her to continue and she sighed, giving in. “Well, for one, the crowd he runs with is a nasty bunch. Many of them terrorize the other students for seemingly no reason at all. But what’s stranger is that it’s not like they’re all a group of friends, they all… listen to him. Do exactly what he says when he says it.”

“I mean, he’s a prefect. Wouldn’t that make sense for everyone to listen to him?” I questioned.

A disgruntled look fell across her face. “No, it’s different. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like he’s their leader or something.” I was unconvinced and she could see it. “But that’s not all. He’s never taken an interest to anyone at this school. No one! He never does the student tours, he is hardly ever seen out of the castle, and he has certainly never bought anyone a butterbeer!” She poked my chest dramatically for effect and I smirked.

“Perhaps he simply enjoys keeping his life private.” I retorted. I thought about it and my smile dropped a bit. “And sure that might make him odd, but it still doesn’t explain the way people react around him. I was in the courtyard earlier and met William Everly-“

“How?! How are you meeting so many people?!” She interrupted exasperatedly.

“That’s not the point!” I shot back with a smile. “The point is that Tom showed up and I watched the color drain from Will’s face. He looked completely terrified… What would make him so afraid of Tom?” Theodora’s face looked flush, and she shot her head around again to look at the other students in the hallway. She grabbed my arm and pulled me further down the hall, away from the crowd and towards Professor Slughorn’s classroom. “Look, no one has ever caught him. As I said it’s just rumors! But… strange things do tend to happen when he’s around. People do things and have no memory of doing them. People get hurt more. And I think… I think him and his friends torture people in detention…”

“Torture?!” I screeched. She threw a hand over my mouth and shushed me as we walked. I swiped it away and asked quieter, “What makes you say that?”

“Well,” she fiddled with her robes, “Obviously harsh punishment can be used in detention. Some of the students do scream, but when Tom or the others are in charge of detention, it’s completely silent. Like they muffled the doors…”

I mulled over her points and frowned. “Has anyone considered that he’s actually nice and the reason it’s quiet in detention is because he doesn’t torture people at all? It just seems like a lot of hearsay. People tend to do weird things and get hurt a lot around here from what I’ve heard. It just seems Tom is an easy target for people to blame it on since he can be a little odd.” She considered my points and frowned as well, now seemingly aware of how silly it all sounded. I continued with a slight smile, “But I guess considering the rumor about detention and his off putting demeanor, I too would be a little scared to be dragged down there with him.”

She snorted and looped her arm through mine, pulling me towards our destination. “I guess you’re right. It’s all kind of silly. He really is an oddball though isn’t he? I mean he’s a ridiculously handsome oddball. If people aren’t scared of him they’re probably crushing on him.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and laughed before continuing, “But maybe he just wasn’t really socialized growing up and that’s what’s made him different. He did grow up in an orphanage you know.”

My eyebrows raised in curiosity. “No, I didn’t know. Then again I’m sure that’s not something he probably likes to talk about with strangers.”

We arrived at the professors door, but it was closed. She knocked before turning back to me. “Yeah, I guess so. But blimey the rumors that came out of that place. He was just an odd kid you know? Some said that he would just stare at them without ever saying anything or they’d turn around and he’d just be there. Creepy right? One kid even said that he never once heard Tom speak to another person, but that he would go outside at night and hiss at the snakes. Oh, and another time-“

I had been looking down the hall towards the students but snapped my head towards her at the mention of Tom hissing at snakes. It could easily just be him playing pretend. Or him attempting to make some sort of a friend since the other kids were avoiding him. All kids do some odd thing like that. But it could also mean…

The door to the classroom flung open and Professor Slughorn smiled wide in greeting. “Ahh! You must be Kiley! How nice to meet you. Please, come in!” He waved Theodora and I into his class and began talking about the extra books he assigned and the importance of reading them. I put on my best listening face, but in reality, I was considering the unique opportunity that Theodora had just provided me, and I began plotting how best it could work in my favor.

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