Synopsis: Your son looks just like Rin // fluff, suggestive at the end
“What is that.”
“Sae, it’s your son,” you sigh, lying in the Hospital bed, completely exhausted of a night of giving birth.
“Why does he look like that.”
“I don’t know, what does he look like?” you’re currently so tired that you haven’t opened your eyes in hours, just weakly replying to Sae’s dumb questions. You saw your son after the birth briefly, but didn’t really see much of him due to him being cuddled in towels and having his eyes closed.
So what the hell does he mean?
“He looks…he looks exactly like Rin.”
You open your eyes slowly, “Really? That’s a surprise.”
Your eyes begin to focus slowly and get used to the bright light of the Hospital Bed, now being able to see your son in Sae’s arms.
He’s tiny.
A little bundle of…anger?
He looks extremely unsatisfied with the entire situation he’s in.
You crack a little smile. “Do you think he looks like Rinnie because he’s angry?”
“I told you to not call him that. And no,” with a sigh, Sae pulls the blankets away from your son’s body, revealing green hair, “Look. It’s green.”
You blink a couple times and then shrug. “I mean…your Father and your Brother both have green hair. It’s no surprise.”
“It shouldn’t work like that. My child is supposed to look like me, isn’t he?”
“What? You’re seriously angry about that? You’re completely ridiculous. Rinnie is your Brother, be happy your son is like him.”
“Don’t you dare say that. Just because he looks like him, doesn’t have to mean he’ll be like him,” Sae shivers at the thought of Teenage Rin in flow state.
You grin, “I actually hope he is exactly like Rinnie. I love his grumpy attitude and he’s just so adorable in general. He’s such a sweetheart.”
“Whatever floats your boat, Itoshi.”
You gasp and giggle, “Itoshi Sae’s first try at humour?? Will this affect the Aldi opening hours??”
“Just shut up.”
You giggle even louder, which wakes your baby up. He immediately begins to scream and cry, his little hands grasping for you.
“We’ll have to try for another one in time. One that isn’t loud and looks like me.”
“No the fuck we’re not. You know how much blood is coming out of me right this second?”
“This happened to you every month a while ago. Don’t be dramatic.”
“That’s it, I’m divorcing you.” You stare at him in complete seriousness.
Sae smiles softly and gives you the baby, “Love you too.”
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. Do not steal or copy my work, nor feed it to ai.
n: If I had to have a baby with the worst Itoshi, I’d want it at least to look like the best // also, Sae is like mid 20s in this :o
mil talks ૮ • ﻌ - ა. Idk how people write long fics😭😭… like mama is struggling over here help! but this was very cute to make icl 😛 i’ll be trying to make longer fics thanks for the love and support. kisses <3
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆off the wall!michael teaching his shy best friend (you) how to kiss and immediately realizing you have no idea what you’re doing with him 😵💫 <3
like the second he leans closer, you get all nervous. avoiding eye contact, laughing quietly out of embarrassment, fingers twisting in your sleeves while michael watches you sooo carefully. and instead of backing off like he probably should, he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever
“why you so shy all of a sudden?” He giggles. “because this is weird!”
“ain’t weird to me.” OF COURSE IT ISN’T SWEETIE 😭 he’s sitting way too close on the couch, one arm stretched behind you while he smiles all soft and amused watching you completely fall apart over one kiss.
and michael would looove teasing you about how flustered you get. not in a mean way—just enough to make you hide your face in your hands while he laughs. “you blush too much, y’know.”
“stop looking at me then!”
“can’t.” 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 then when he finally kisses you for real, you’re so nervous… like you barely kiss him back at first because your brain completely short circuits the second his hand touches your cheek.
and michael notices EVERYTHING.
the way your breathing changes. the way your hands twitch because you don’t know where to put them. the way you melt a little when he kisses you slower. “See what i did there?” he’d whisper against your lips all sweet and encouraging (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) “Mmhh- tha’s it.” which somehow makes you MORE embarrassed because why is he talking to you like that???
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and when you pull away hiding your face instantly, michael would just grin, completely obsessed with how shy you are. gently pulling your hands down so he can see you again. “No no no.. Don’t hide on me now.” He says that softly while searching for your hands.
“M-michael.. we are never doing that again.” 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
“Yes we are.” kisses you again and after that he gets soooo cocky about it too because now he knows exactly what affects you.
leaning close just to watch you get nervous. brushing his thumb over your lip during conversations. whispering “you want another lesson?” when nobody’s around……
meanwhile you can barely look him in the eyes anymore without thinking about that stupid kiss.
yeah…that’s off the wall manipulatie michael btw??
synopsis: your boyfriend has a problem. he cant stop clinging to you, finding every excuse to cuddle right up next to you, sometimes even on you. but you want to show him you love him too, so you do what you do best.
word count: 836
“draco. youre acting like an actual pest—,” you say, trying to push his head away from where it rests on your chest. he resists, burying his face further into your pyjamas.
“draco.”
“yes, love?” he says, muffled through your clothes. he shifts, peering up at you with those mist-covered grey eyes you can never seem to resist.
“nothing.” you huff, threading your fingers through his hair, shifting his head back again so his face is pressed against your front.
“i can feel your stupid smirk.”
he laughs, palms cool by your waist, riding your shirt up a bit, making you gasp. “youre like a corpse. pale as one too,” you huff, bending your head down to kiss his hair.
he chuckles again, squeezing your waist. “yeah?”
you hum, slightly drifting off to sleep in your now basically shared bed in the single-bed dorm room you requested. “this defeats the purpose of having a single-person bedroom.” you say through a yawn.
“we know damn well you want me to be here.” he says with a half-smug smile. he shifts, starting to lightly kiss your neck, feeling your breathing grow more relaxed.
“good night, draco.”
“night,” he mumbles against your jaw.
“love.” you stir, draco’s gruff morning voice waking you up. “hm? i was asleep,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes once you noticed he wasn’t laying on you anymore.
“i saw that.” he chuckled, pushing your hair out of your face. “i love you,” he says. you blink.
“well? something to say to me after that?”
“huh? oh. i love you, too.” draco rolls his eyes,
“yet you needed to be reminded to say it back?”
you knew he was just joking, but your stomach made that weird feeling—the bad, guilty kind. “just woke up, baby. sorry,” you mumble, squeezing his wrist.
he grins, “i know. im kidding,” he stands up, “gonna shower. in my own bathroom, ive pestered you enough.” he chuckles at his own joke, unlocking and locking the door behind him.
you lean back, mind rushing. what could you do to make it up to him? these past couple of days, he’s been remarkably sweet and clingy with you, both emotionally and especially physically.
you sighed, reaching for your wand on your bedside drawer, blinking when you grasp your quill instead. you blink again, a slow realization coming in.
a couple hours and lessons later, around nine pm, you hear three familiar knocks on your bedroom door. you smile, getting the long, folded piece of parchment from your bedside table drawer and putting it inside your robes’ pocket before opening the door.
“you havent changed yet?” draco frowns. “mm, just put my robes back on. was cold,” he raises a brow, taking the robe off of your shoulders, actions smooth.
the letter falls to the ground, he picks it up. “a love letter, hm?” he fails to bite back a smile as you hang your robes, revealing your short pyjama shorts and his shirt underneath.
“read it, come on.”
he does, opening the parchment, guiding you onto his lap once he sits down on the edge of your bed, eyes traveling and stopping on the page.
dear draco,
i love you, you know that, right? in case you don’t, i’m writing this letter to remind you. i love it when you smirk after making me flustered. i love it when you bite your lip whilst concentrating in potions. i love it when your chuckle turns raspy for no reason.
i love it when you’re tired sometimes, not because i like seeing you suffer but because of the way your breath feels on my skin, like im all you need to feel better. i love it when you whisper praises in my ear at night, i love it when you kiss the one part of my neck that makes me squirm.
i love it when you pretend you can’t find something just so you can ask me for help, and shrug when i complain once finding it in plain sight. i love it when your eyes look like they physically soften when you’re around me or looking at me.
i love it when your hair turns fluffy and soft after a good quiddditch practice. i love it when you enthusiastically talk about quidditch with me, even if i don’t understand half the terms you’re using. i love it when you explain things to me for the umpteenth time and never get bored or annoyed with it.
i love it when you can practically sense when somethings wrong, even if I dont say it outright or even show it. i love it when you sigh while im playing and fidgeting around with your hair. i love it when you say you love me out loud. i love it when you listen to my talks about utter nonsense.
i love it. i love you; always, in all ways.
he finally looks at you, folding the paper with care. he kisses you fervently, pulling away only when your eyes start to flutter.
you catch your breath, arms wrapping around his neck as he kisses you all over.
SCENARIO: pecking them on the cheek after they saved you from danger.
- DICK GRAYSON.
Dick had ran inside the burning building after he realised that you were still inside, he discard all the training and ran for you.
He didn't have time to think the moment he heard your name his body move on its on, like he was chasing oxygen.
He was not going to lose someone he loves dearly again, this time he would protect you and be your boyfriend someday.
He had been secretly consuming videos on how to be the best boyfriend in the world and he didn't even got to try that. Bullshit, even if he had to fight death itself he will. No one is going to take you away this time... Not when he's still breathing.
When you peck him on the cheek he froze, the adrenaline rushing back in, his eyes wide shock and still holding your hands.
He just wanted to hold you in his arms and comfort himself and you but holding the tip of your fingers was the best he would do for now.
" That's not my lip tho "
he commented, managing to weild his brain back to the right direction but not without some complications.
" Huh? "
You looked at him confuse.
His hands still clinging onto yours desperately trying to remember the feeling of your hands on his.
" You accidentally kissed me on my cheek and not on my lip "
Activity trying to gaslight you and himself.
What he wanted to say was ' Please just do me a favour and open the gate of heaven by kissing me already, I cannot go another day without your lips on mine... '.
How much he yearn to hold you and kiss you infront of everybody, kissing you so hard that he forgot his own name and could only remember the taste of your lips.
" Kiss me Alr- "
Before he could spill his desire Batman drag him away frowning and he kept looking at you and Batman.
Darn the old man, people were right. Old people always ruin everything.
- Jason Todd.
He saved you from thief's and you kiss him on the cheek. He's in another planet the moment your lips touches his skin.
Goosebumps all over his body, an electric charge sent down his spine and his heart about to explode from the unexpected affection. God, what kind of grip did you have on him?
He's utterly surprised in a good way, he didn't knew all it took was some expensive costume and doing the right thing.
Unfortunately for you he's hooked. His shoulder relaxing and his once prideful stance turns into one that reminds you of a puppy wishing for more pats.
The scene playing inside his head over and over dissecting everything into pieces. His face didn't turn that red just his whole posture and language did change tho.
Now, he demands kiss for every good deed done by him and will not leave until you gave him that kiss he was so addicted to.
" Where's my kiss? "
He asked, turning to look at you. His face plastered with that cunning smirk he had whenever he knew he won.
" Kiss? eh "
You look at him confuse, you were just standing there watching him do his heroic deed. Whereas, he suddenly turns with the most idiotic smile and demand a kiss.
" Yeah, my reward. For being a good hero "
Silence.
" You saved a kitten from the tree and you want a kiss? It's not even mine "
You're dumbfounded on why this child (your age) who is also a hero so needy and weird.
"... Contribute to society by motivating me through kisses"
He was serious, tho you trapped yourself in this case... Kissing him and thinking he won't take advantage of it. He's smart when it comes to his needs.
He cannot wait until he gets to actually collide his lips with yours... Maybe in the possible future he would get a kiss on the lips for every good deeds.
- Tim Drake.
He's confusion. Staring at you while holding onto the place where you kissed him, he couldn't tell if he was hallucinating because he was sleep deprived or you did kiss him.
His face flush red as his entire body turns warm, even tho it was during the middle of winter he couldn't feel anything else but warmth.
His ears were red as well, he forgot about the fact that there were people he had tied earlier near the pole watching in utter silence.
" I- Why would you do that? "
He didn't mean to sound so mad or upset, infact his brain probably melt by the thought of you kissing him.
" Im not complaining just... I Didn't even have time to process that "
He could clearly hear ever time his heart was beating against his rips, his hands going stiff and extremely warm... Even his eyes were betraying him.
He was disappointed in himself for not preparing... He could have enjoyed it better, noy only he didn't have rhe time to process the pleasure of your touch he did not have time to remember it, how was he supposed to deal with that?
Tho, Tim was the boss of trying to play cool and feeling cool but in reality he's a blushing mess with a smile that scream 'im a pathetic loser inlove'.
" Do you want me to kiss you again? "
You ask, and Tim was over the moon with such opportunity handed to him on a random Tuesday night.
" Yeah, let's do that again... I'll be ready this time "
He might try to make you kiss him again by creating some excuses only he could think of.
- Damian Wayne.
He's happy and not at the same time. His mind is racing itself to see which one will make him restless.
He should be happy that you were so willing to kiss him on the cheek but you kissed him without knowing who he was under that domino!
You didn't kiss him as Damian Wayne, you kissed him as Robin... Batman blood son.
Now there was two thing keeping him sane and insane, one the precious kiss you had given me to him and the fact that you kissed him without knowing it's him...
Should he focus on the positive and be delusional like his older brother...No, he's full of questions and you'll hear them all.
And the fact that you kissed him so easily for just stopping someone for stealing from you? He's going to lecture you as Damian Wayne.
Well, he did like about the fact that you smelled like perfection and your soft lips pressed on his cheek with the cutest smile.
This felt like a shoujo manga, but if his instinct is correct the guy would grab the girl by her face (gently) and roughly or gently kissed her infront of everyone.
Tho he's still not happy with you for kissing him for being a decent human being... Your standard are indeed amusingly low.
" You're ridiculous for kissing me without any reason "
He fold his arms, the redness in his ears still visible. He doesnt like the way his heart was pounding at him to stop being delusional. Maybe he was consuming too much manga.
" You do realise not everyone should be kissed because they save you "
Yes, tho you should kiss Damian Wayne Instead of Robin... That way he would be able to smile about it in the dark.
" If I see you kissing random people, I wil- "
You hurried away before Damian could start lecturing you on what he will and will not tolerate.
You should only kiss him and he is the only one privilege enough to call your lips his... He's definitely going to lecture you nonstop for kissing people as a sign of gratitude.
He absolutely melted for the kiss but he hate that you won't kiss him as Damian Wayne...
- Half asleep and do not know what i wrote I'll fix em tomorrow.
Summary; The knights of Walpurgis were a secret group within the halls of hogwarts, made up of pureblood heirs and 2nd born sons, all dreaming of a 'brighter' future for their kind. their leader? Tom Riddle, refined cruelty in a human body. nothing mattered more than his goals.
except for one, his beloved (y/n).
who had the ability to make Tom Riddle stop in his tracks and abandon everything for her.
warnings; fluff, more fluff, a garbage load of fluff. use of the Cruciatus curse, physical hurt/comfort, ooc Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle being a freak <3
inspired by @anawritez-posts's Tom Riddle and (y/n) <3
Candles flickered in the dimly lit dungeon room, the faint sound of water dripping onto the stone floor echoed, along with the hushed whispers of a small group that sat in the shadows.
The knights of Walpurgis, a group of pureblood boys that all looked up to someone who had a far more refined palette of darkness and pain. Tom Riddle, soon to be Lord Voldemort, sat before his followers, they were playing a wizarding card game; money, snacks, and small collective items up for bets in the middle of the table, winner takes all.
Through it all, the knights giddily waited for Tom’s next order.
A cruel prank on a mudblood? Sabotaging a potions test for a pathetic Gryffindor? Getting someone expelled for something they did?
It was all too tantalizing, each boy waiting on bated breath for Tom to tell them their next step.
Tom laid out his card in the middle of the table, keeping his eyes glued on his own hand, pale and thin in the candlelight. “Well played my lord,” Druic Rosier said with a low hum, shuffling through his cards before laying his own down-smirking as Revius Lestrange hissed from beside him, scrunching his nose at his cards, tapping the table and the floated stack of draw cards turned to him, throwing out a few cards before it went dormant again.
“Weak hand Revius?” Nicholai Avery teased, throwing down his own card with a sharp grin. Revius glared, swirling his goblet before taking a sip.
“Don’t be crude Nicholai.” Elija Nott grinned, but he set down his cards anyway. “I fold,” he sighed, leaning back in the chair he’d claimed earlier.
“Just like you folded for Emma,” Druic coughed out-grinning as the others either snorted or just burst into laughter, Elija flushing red, sinking into his chair. Tom hid a smirk behind his cards.
“Oh like I’m the only one in love.” Elija snapped, glaring at Alexi Dolohov, who looked away towards the ceiling, pretending he had no idea Elija was talking about.
“Don’t look away like that Alexi, we all know who truly is the worst about his love,” Dmitri Mulciber said with a sharp grin. All eyes turned to Tom, who stared hard at his cards, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a reaction.
His ears were pink.
At that same moment, the door at the darkest end of the room opened slowly, a creak resounding. They all looked up and towards the sound. Tom was on his feet the next moment. (y/n) stood in the light beam of the open door, hands delicately resting on the frame. She didn’t need to say a word, only watching as Tom slipped his coat on, threw his winning cards down-collecting his winnings as the rest groaned and threw their cards down.
“Rotten luck boys,” Tom said with a smirk, snatching the chocolate coins Alexi had thrown down for his bet-sauntering over to (y/n), handing her the coins and taking her waist. She leaned into him, smiling as he kissed her forehead.
“Night Tom, night (y/n)~,” The boys said, their voices tilting into teasing as they said goodnight to (y/n). She gave a smile, and Tom glared at them, covering her with his cloak and leaving the meeting room.
“Did you have a productive night?” (y/n) asked Tom as they walked the corridors back to the common room-curfew being in only half an hour. Tom nodded with a low hum, barely able to keep his eyes off her.
“It was…enlightening, Druic demanded we play some silly card game; bets included. I won, of course,” Tom said with a smirk, showing (y/n) his winnings that were packed into his book-bag. (y/n) laughed lightly, reaching to dig through his winnings-he allowed it, of course, sliding off his bag to allow her to properly look.
“10 galleons, some candy, fancy glass quill, ooooh expensive watch,” (y/n) said, pulling out the silver watch-was probably Dmitri’s. she slung Tom’s bag back over his shoulder-he adjusted-slipping his hand back around her waist, watching as she took her wand and changed the engraving on the back of the watch, smirking as she took his wrist and clipped it on. “looks good,” (y/n) smiled, her grin growing as he took her hand and kissed her hand, inhaling the scent of her perfume.
(y/n) couldn’t help her giggle, biting her lip as Tom dropped her hand-tugging her closer to his side.
(y/n) sat in the great hall during study hour, books and parchment all around her. She huffed lightly, scratching her cheek with the end of her quill, working her jaw. Stupid arithmancy, why’d she even choose this class? She sucked at math!
A note fluttered to land in front of her, charmed to take shape as a moth. (y/n) blinked, glancing up, instantly locking onto Tom, his face resting in his palm, those dark eyes right on her. (y/n) bit her inner lip and opened the note beneath the table.
‘I want to be inside you’
(y/n) choked on her spit. Merlin!
(y/n) looked up at him, blushing, narrowing her eyes as Tom smirked back, that strange glint in his eyes. She looked around for the professor on duty and tore a piece of parchment before scribbling a quick note back.
‘don’t go asking for sex in such a public place!’
She wrote back, charming it back as a butterfly. Tom snatched it out of the air, quickly reading it, only to smirk and look at her-eyes pitch black.
“I didn’t mean sex,” Tom mouthed to her, his teeth looking extra sharp in the afternoon night, his eyes gleaming red from the reflection of the sun.
(y/n) shuddered, her cheeks growing hot.
She forgot she was dating an obsessive freak.
Tom entered the common room after a long patrol around his assigned section of the castle, dark eyes softening at the sight of (y/n) lying on the couch in front of the fireplace, the fire illuminating her from the front as the green/blue moonlight shining through the black lake windows gently shone on her from behind. He dropped his uniform cloak, approaching her quietly. She was reading, turning the page slowly as her eyes tracked from left to read, taking in the printed words that drew her into its world.
Tom sat beside the couch, his hand finding her thigh, rubbing softly. Her hand found his wrist and held. Tom let out a quiet sigh, just, watching her, his elbow finding his knee-supporting his head as he sat there with her, watching her read.
Her legs lifted five minutes later, and Tom quickly stood-slipping beneath her legs, taking her legs into his hands as she lay them back down on his lap, getting more comfortable in the new position. (y/n) hummed softly, her eyes fluttering as Tom massaged her calves, scrunching her nose as his hands wandered to her feet.
She kicked his hand away. “Ah, my apologies, I forgot you hate your feet being touched,” Tom teased, drawing his hand back up to her calf. (y/n) huffed, puffing her cheeks.
“It’s just-dirty-“ (y/n) grumbled, she hated touching her own feet-hell she always had to have her bedding a certain way so the feet side wasn’t up towards her face-why would she want anyone else touching her feet?
Tom chuckled, picking up her leg to kiss her knee. (y/n) huffed softly, ready to twitch away if he got anywhere near her feet.
He didn’t, so they stayed on that couch for longer. The fire dimmed low as 11 pm came around, and Tom glanced at (y/n) again for the fifth time in one minute, his smirk softening. She was nearly asleep, her lashes fluttering as she breathed deep-the book open on her chest. He leaned forward, taking the book and marking it with her bookmark that was set nearby-snapping it shut.
He slipped out from beneath her legs and scooped her up, holding (y/n) close as he made his way to his private dorm room. Perks of being the head boy.
He opened the door with his shoulder and set (y/n) gently on his bed, grabbing the pajamas she left behind in his room forever ago. “Up,” Tom murmured to (y/n), she mumbled that she was sleeping; but sat up, swaying lightly as Tom tugged off her clothes, his dark eyes devouring her soft skin and gentle curves.
He slipped the sleep shirt over her head, threading her arms through the sleeves. He tapped her shoulders and (y/n) lay back down-lifting her hips as Tom slid off her skirt and switched it out with her sleep shorts, mumbling as his lips grazed her knee and up her thigh.
Tom let out a soft sigh, his head dropping onto the bed as (y/n) pulled her legs away from him, tucking herself into his bed. He watched her fall asleep for longer than he realized, only jolting away when the clock on the wall chimed midnight.
Tom sighed, getting up and changing for bed, sliding in beside (y/n)-holding back a smile as she instantly scooted towards him and buried herself in his side.
“Clingy,” he muttered, but he held her anyway, forever denying that he loved her physical affection.
The knights stood in their usual meeting room, as they did every other night, waiting for Tom to arrive and begin their meeting; ready to decide what their next choice of action was.
Alexi checked his watch for the fifth time in the hour.
Druic sat on one of the couches and shuffled through a deck of cards. Elija joined him, and they started playing war.
Nicholai and Revius were snacking on a bag of chocolate pretzels.
It had been an hour and a half now.
“I don’t think he’s coming,” Alexi finally decided with a long sigh, pocketing his watch again.
“I could’ve told you that an hour ago,” Nicholai muttered, throwing pretzels into Revius’ mouth, who nearly fell off the couch trying to catch the snack.
“It’s nearly curfew already,” Druic muttered, winning that round of cards with Elija and grabbing them back into a stack. “he’s either studied himself into forgetting time-“
“Or he’s obsessed himself with (y/n) into forgetting time,” Elija said. The others sighed and packed up, heading back to their dorms, passing by darkened corridors and pitch-black classrooms, missing the one that was faintly illuminated from within, whispers echoing in the dark.
-
(y/n) swallowed harshly, hand trembling at her side as she felt his cold hand draw up her thigh-her skirt catching on his fingers as his other hand traced her body before stretching down her arm; his hand covering hers, drawing it up-her wand tight in her grip.
“That’s it darling,” Tom whispered in (y/n)’s ear. She shivered, biting her lip as his hand went beneath her skirt, holding her thigh. “Focus, put every feeling into it.” his lips grazed her ear as he moved even closer-his front pressed firmly against her back, his foot planted between hers-forcing a proper stance.
(y/n)’s eyes were glued to the large Arachnid Tom had procured just for this moment, its eight beady eyes were right on her, fangs dripping with venom. “Must i?” (y/n) asked him, turning her head towards him. He pressed his lips to her temple, closing his eyes and inhaling her shampoo scent.
“I need to know that you are capable, when I’m not around,” Tom whispered, and (y/n) swallowed hard, turning back to the arachnid, jolting a little as it tried to lunge in defense, but the barrier Tom had cast protected her.
“It’s just a spider,” (y/n) muttered. Tom hummed, arm tight around her waist now-the other still holding her wand hand.
“A venomous one, one of the most dangerous, and an invasive species, if we let it roam free-it would only hurt someone, or harm the circle of life in nature,” Tom murmured, and (y/n) sighed, lifting her wand.
“Crucio,” she mumbled, the spider twitched but only for a moment. (y/n) sighed, pouting at Tom. “I can’t do it,” she murmured, hoping he’d allow her to give up.
“You have to mean it, darling,” Tom whispered, holding her waist with both arms now. “Channel your hate, your frustration, it doesn’t have to be for the spider-but you must want to hurt for the curse to work.”
(y/n) swallowed hard again, looking at the spider. Tom wouldn’t let her stop until she cast it successfully. She closed her eyes, channeling her feelings. “Crucio.” She cast again, red lightning consuming the spider as it writhed and twisted in pain, trying to escape to no avail. She quickly dropped the spell as Tom breathed in sharply behind her, tugging her tight and close, kissing her neck.
“Wonderful, I knew you could do it.” Tom whispered giddily, rubbing her sides as she sank back into him. “I know it's hard, you have too much kindness, but it makes me feel safer for you, knowing you can protect yourself if the time comes,” Tom whispered, flicking his wand and shrinking the spider back down to size. He floated it into a small, clear plastic box.
“What are you going to do with it?” (y/n) asked, turning in his arms as the container closed.
“I hear Avery enjoys rare venomous spiders,” Tom said with a grin, and (y/n) sighed softly, holding his arm as he picked up the container
“You’re not killing it?” (y/n) asked, and Tom pecked the corner of her lips. His sweet, sensitive girl. At least for animals.
“No, I’m not, Avery does collect spiders, and has been wanting one of these,” Tom murmured, and (y/n) nodded, squeezing his arm as they left the dark room, walking through the dim corridors and back to the Slytherin common room. “Goodnight love,” Tom murmured, kissing her properly as a goodnight kiss, and (y/n) slipped up to her dorm room.
Tom stared at her until she completely disappeared, re-routing to Avery’s room, dropping off the spider-much to Avery’s delight-before returning to his dorm room, taking a much needed cold shower before bed.
Her head hurt.
A lot.
It was pounding and aching wildly, and she couldn’t see-everything was muffled and far away.
In the distance, she could hear a familiar crop of voices.
“Oh merlin-Tom’s going to kill us!”
“Us!? No he’s going to kill you! What were you thinking? Throwing curses like a first-year?! Let alone the Cruciatus curse?!”
“Why did you jump out of the way!?”
“Because I didn’t wanna get hit by it!?”
“But now she did, and now we’re gonna die!”
“Dimitri! Elija! Shut. Up! (y/n)? can you hear me?”
(y/n)’s eyes fluttered, oh how her head hurt, her whole body really, everything ached hard, like being hit by lightning.
“Tom?” She whispered, and two boys winced heavily, cursing each other out.
“He’ll be here soon (y/n), don’t worry, you’re okay, fuck.”
A door slammed open, a cold chill overbearing the whole room and she heard two bodies hit the ground as cold magic collided with them.
“What. Happened?” Tom’s voice echoed, cold and angry.
She never wanted to curl up in his arms more.
“Dimitri and Elija were practicing curses, Elija cast Crucio, Dimitri jumped out of the way-she was behind Dimitri.” The third boy explained, his hands leaving (y/n)’s knee and shoulder, and Tom scooped her up, tight and close, and she let out a pained whine-oh that hurt.
“Fucking-“ Tom cursed, but he was far more concerned with her than the idiocy of his followers. “Deal with them. I don’t have time for them.” Tom twisted, taking (y/n) with him as he stormed out of the room, practically speed-walking to his dorm.
“(y/n)?” Tom asked softly, laying her on his bed, brushing back her hair, his brows pinching together hard as she twitched, nearly convulsed; after shock pain from the curse. “Dammit,” he cursed, flicking his wand, and the bathtub started up with warm water. He flicked his wand again, and potions and soap floated into the water-turning it pink, then purple, and then blue.
“Can you sit up, pet?” Tom murmured, gently tugging at her cloak lapels to help her sit up-not wanting to pull at any tense limbs and hurt her further. (y/n) whimpered again, and Tom had to forcefully unclench his jaw, his teeth hurt from it. “C’mere,” Tom sighed, sitting beside her and tugging (y/n) up into his arms in a slow, gentle pull.
He undressed her slowly, massaging every single muscle he could get to as he exposed her skin. As soon as she was naked, he scooped (y/n) up again and carried her to the bathtub, gently laying her inside. Inside was a mix of calming draught, a painkiller potion, and just something that smelled good.
(y/n) sighed, her watery eyes looking up at Tom, and he took no less than 10 seconds to strip down and join her in the bath, moving his fingers over her body until she was fully relaxed.
“Dimitri and Elija will pay for using the Cruciatus curse so carelessly,” Tom whispered in her ear, peppering kisses anywhere he could reach-hoping to give her any sort of comforts to make her feel better.
“They didn’t mean to,” (y/n) mumbled, but Tom scoffed, teeth scraping her shoulder as he spoke-his lip curling over his teeth in an ugly way.
“I don’t care if they didn’t mean to. They still were foolish, they still hurt you. They still carelessly used a curse only meant for enemies. They will learn to respect their own magic, and they will properly apologize once you feel better and my anger has diminished,” Tom muttered, and (y/n) huffed lightly, a soft laugh that barely left her chest.
“So, a year?” (y/n) muttered with a soft tease, and Tom sighed, heavy and amused, wrapping his arms around her-holding her close, kissing her wet cheek.
“More, if they left harm on your body,” Tom whispered, eyes dark as he stared at nothing, imagining all the ways he could punish his two foolish followers.
If they damaged her body, left her muscles spasming, left her with permanent body pain; he’d give them double her pain, make sure they could never exist without pain again.
After half an hour and (y/n) was pleasantly limp, Tom emptied the tub and dried her gently, blow drying her hair with a simple warm wind charm, massaging lotion into every limb, and applying her face moisturizer before dressing her in his extra sleep clothes and tucking both of them into his bed, making sure (y/n)’s favorite blanket was laid atop her.
“Read to me?” (y/n) asked and before she could even finish her sentence, a book flew into Tom’s hand from across the room. He opened it easily-(y/n)’s head finding its spot in the crook of his arm, her leg over his hip.
She was asleep within the hour, Tom followed soon after.
Over the next two weeks, while (y/n) was still experiencing some lingering pain from the curse, Elija and Dimitri were lavishing her with gifts-all approved by Tom of course. On the weekends, they handed her their allowance for the month to go on a Hogsmeade shopping trip, the two carrying all the bags back to Hogwarts while Tom stood at her side, smirking all the while as his two followers did everything in their power to not only apologize to (y/n), but to regain his approval.
How sweet it was to have two purebloods at his feet.
“What do you say pet? Do you forgive them yet?” Tom asked in an almost bored tone-it was breakfast now-two and a half weeks after the ‘incident’. Elija and Dimitri tried their best to not look too eager.
“I don’t know, have you?” (y/n) asked, her head on his shoulder, looking up at him through her lashes. Tom hummed in thought, tilting his head into hers.
“Maybe not,” he mused, smirking as Elija and Dimitri sank in their seats, sure they were doomed to an eternity of suffering for harming their leader's beloved. “What do you think? What should they do to earn your forgiveness?”
“hmmm…a thousand word essay on what happened, what went wrong, why they're sorry, and perhaps some marshmallow caramel chocolates,” (y/n) said with a hum, and Tom laughed, hiding his smile on her temple as the boys groaned. She assigned them homework?!
“Well? Get to it. And don’t forget the chocolates. I believe those will be what finalizes your sentence.” Tom sneered, and the boys rushed to take out their spare parchment and start up the essay, kissing (y/n)’s temple and accepting the strawberry she offered him.
His precious, sensitive, but sometimes just as beautifully cruel, (y/n).
To every person who has put smut in the fluff tags, I wish you every inconvenience possible. I hope your spoon falls into your soup. I hope your plastic straw has a hole in the side so you can’t use it properly after a while. I hope the next time you buy shoes, they end up being different sizes and no returns. I hope all your tires lose air pressure when you’re late. I hope you wake up and your phone didn’t charge. I hope your shoes squeak embarrassingly loud even when they aren’t wet. I hope the barista gets your drink wrong. I hope your dad comes home without the milk.
I mean seriously. I shouldn’t have to spend 10 minutes scrolling through the FLUFF TAG to actually find fluff fics. Take your porn elsewhere
