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Rules and characters I write for:

House of the Dragon:

Aemond Targaryen

Aegon ii Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Harry Potter:

Tom Riddle

What I write when it comes to requests:

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yandere

headcanons & one shots (though I'm focusing on one shots right now)

I write female reader

What I don't write when it comes to requests:

Inc3$t or st3pc3st

I don't write smut

hufflepuff!reader

Oc's or ships

innocent reader

Pregnant/mom reader

Reader that's related by blood to any of the characters

a/b/o

modern!star wars au

I am not obligated to write your requests!

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Spells from the Heart

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Fem!Muggle!Reader

Includes: mentions of war, memory loss, stalking, reader is naive, goes from third person to second, story is in Tom's p.o.v.

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: You come across something you shouldn't have, and Tom decides to keep you.

Passing through the war-wrecked streets of London, Tom made his way to his usual hiding spot where he could perform magic without being discovered.

It amused him to call it a hiding spot, because it was in fact a field, though — in all fairness — it was in the middle of the woods.

As Tom finally reached his destination, the smell of Earth surrounded him. He shut his eyes — a rare moment of vulnerability — and took in a deep breath, taking in the wet scent of soil and flowers with him.

He dropped his worn down satchel and discarded his coat on the ground. He sat atop his dark coat and grabbed an old book out of his bag. It was a book of spells that he was able to convince the Hogwarts librarian to let him borrow over summer break.

He scanned through the contents of the book, trying to decide on the first spell he would like to practice.

As a small bunny came into sight, Tom selected Vera Verto.

He stood up on his two feet and grasped his wand. He pointed it at the unsuspecting creature and whispered, “Vare-ah vore-toe,” pronouncing it as was written in the book.

Before his own two eyes, the bunny went from a living being to a goblet of water. Pride bubbled in Tom’s chest.

As he was about to mutter a spell to reverse it, a gasp from behind stopped him.

Clutching his wand, Tom turned around to find a girl around his age standing in shock from what she’d just witnessed. Like she’d come to her senses, she scrambled into a run.

Fortunately for Tom — but unfortunate for her — he was able to point his wand at her and yelled, “Kahr-pay ruh-track-tum.”

The girl was pulled towards Tom's chest, and with a grunt he wrapped an arm around her waist. She clawed at his arm like a feral animal and he had the urge to ask her to stop it.

With his free hand, Tom pointed his wand at the stranger again. “Obliviate,” passed through his lips and instantly her body went limp. He dropped her onto the damp grass.

Tom wasn’t sure when her consciousness would resurface, so he made quick work in putting his coat and satchel back on and stuffing his wand back in his pocket.

Before leaving, Tom looked down at the girl. Hair covered her face and Tom reached down to move it away. He noted that she was quite pretty. 

After being caught using magic, Tom hadn’t visited the fields in a few days. But, his fingers twitched to grab onto his wand. To point it at something and mutter a spell. The children at Wool’s Orphanage got on Tom’s, but of course he couldn’t punish them for it like when he was a child.

Done with being reminded of his predicament, Tom finally decided to go on a walk. It led him to the edge of the woods anyways.

He couldn’t help but think of you as he walked. He hadn’t used a spell on a muggle for so long, and doing so left behind a certain thrill.

Tom stopped walking and squinted. A little ways away from him, he caught sight of a house. It was hidden behind several large trees, casting a darkness upon it and hiding it from view.

As Tom got nearer to one of the windows, he saw a glimpse of someone. You.

He ducked under the window, and thought of how much of a fool he must have looked. He certainly felt like one.

The walls were rather thin, Tom learned as he listened to her hum. He recognized the tune. “I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire.” At times the song would play on the small radio during dinner time.

A few moments passed. In those few moments, Tom realized that you were home alone. You looked to be Tom’s age, and if he was right, that meant your parents weren’t home.

Tom walked up the steps to your front door and knocked. The humming stopped and Tom listened to the sound of hurried footsteps.

The door creaked open. You looked up at Tom with wide eyes. He supposed you were surprised. It was unlikely that many people visited your family much.

“Excuse me, Miss. If it’s no bother, I was hoping you could help me? I’ve seemed to have gotten lost.”

Your face relaxed as you took in Tom’s words. “Of course. Do you just need directions, or do you want to make a phone call to your parents? If you have a telephone, of course.”

Tom pretended to think for a moment. The latter would easily let him into your house. “Would you mind if I phoned my parents? They must be worried.” The lie slid off of Tom’s tongue like honey.

With a nod, you let Tom into the house.

Silly girl.

Tom followed you into a small living room. You pointed to the rotary dial resting atop the wooden table in front of the couch.

“I’ll wait in another room.” With that, you walked up the steps to what Tom assumed to be your bedroom. “I’ll be back in just a moment,” your distant voice called out.

Tom had no use for the telephone. Instead, he looked at what stood tall on the mantelpiece. It was the goblet he had created several days ago.

You must have been so confused when you awoke after being obliviated.

Tom picked up the cup and brought it closer to his face to inspect it. It was blue with carvings of seahorses and mermaids covering the upper half of it.

Tom placed the cup back to its rightful place. He’ll be kind and let you keep it.

Tom slowly walked up the steps, careful not to make the steps creak.

Once he reached the top, he scanned the three doors. One was yours, one your parents, and one the bathroom, he assumed.

Tom opened the first door. It was obviously not your parents, as the only way the bed could fit two people was if they crammed together. The sheets were pink, and books littered the vanity.

He picked one up. Pride and Prejudice. The copy looked like it had been well loved. He tucked it into his coat pocket.

He shut the door and proceeded to open the next one directly across from your room. Disappointingly, there was no sight of you in the small bathroom.

Tom shut the door again and walked towards the room at the end of the hall. He opened it up and saw you sitting on a chair, rummaging through a desk drawer.

You looked up in surprise as Tom entered, halting your movements.

Tom clasped his hands behind his back. “I just got off the phone with my father.”

You nod. “Um.. I’m just looking for my parents' map. I know they have one, and I thought I could give you directions to help you get back home.”

How sweet.

He walked over to where you sat, and took note of how your breathing quickened as he got nearer.

You would make a nice summer plaything. And the best part was you wouldn’t even remember.

a/n: that poor bunny stuck as a cup forever😭 Also, I loved going through the Harry Potter Spellbook to write this. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! divider creds: @saradika

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Professor!Tom Riddle comforting you when you’re feeling sick.

Well, his version of comforting, at least. Him letting you lay your head on his lap as his fingers run through your hair. Neither of you talking except the occasional murmur to himself and the scratching of his quill on parchment. You should feel like a glorified pet, sprawled in its masters lap, desperate for attention and relief from your illness. But you’re too sick to feel such a way, the feeling of his fingers lightly grazing your scalp sends a tingle down your spine and you can feel yourself curl into him more. Your eyes drift close as you struggle to keep them open, the potion you had taken combined with the tender touch from your lover leaves you sleepy.

Finally, he looks away from his work and down at you, you swear you see a light in his eyes as he tells you, “sleep, it will help you feel better.” So, with Tom’s blessing, you let sleep come over you. Your mind drifting off to a peaceful slumber where you dream of your lover.

osha asking qimir/the stranger to weld her a cortosis arm bracer & he immediately rummages in his pocket & produces the teeniest tiniest bracer you ever saw. a layman might even call it a ring

qimir: this bracer is to wear on your ring finger. since that's what you most often use to block lightsaber strikes

osha:

qimir: don't make it weird, i have one too, it's strictly utilitarian, & NO it's not that they each have half of an interlocking heart, that shape is a person whose skull has been caved in it's clearly an intimidation tactic WHY are you insisting on interpreting this as romantic??

osha:

qimir: jesus fine you've worn me down i GUESS i'll marry you since you're clearly so hung up on it. don't worry i already sent out the invitations

masterlist Rules enjoy!

Finally a thousand words into my The Secret History inspired Tom Riddle fic!🤭

still not over over kieran covered in blood and smoking

PLEASEEEE IM SO WEAK GIVE ME MORE OF HIM HE’S SO EFFORTLESSLY 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 AND LOOK THAT HIS HANDS!!! HIS HANDS!!!!!!!!!

What’s 4 years compared to basically being immortal and being whatever the fuck you want to be.

To all of the fellas that have been trying to shift for years, don’t give up bro. Ik you are losing motivation or you feel hopeless but just think about the genuine happiness you will experience there and at the end, you will become aware of the fact that you’ve always have been there. I know you can do it and I trust you fam.

Do you think you will get good marks in Hogwarts?

Hmmm.... I guess it would depend on the classes lol. But I like to think I would get pretty good marks in almost all of them!