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Viticula’s gorgeous stills from her recent trailer for my Tom Riddle x Nagini origin story WIP: Succumbing, on ch 19/24, finishing up here soon 🤍
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54441529/chapters/137913454
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Viticula’s gorgeous stills from her recent trailer for my Tom Riddle x Nagini origin story WIP: Succumbing, on ch 19/24, finishing up here soon 🤍
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54441529/chapters/137913454
Succumbing. New Beginnings.
Revealing new sides of the Dark Lord. Here is the end of Tom and Nagini's adventure in Albania. It had been so hot and exciting. Now they are off to magical London, to the Malfoy estate. At some points at first it may seem that Nagini is treating Tom Riddle with contempt and even cruelty. This can be noticed by those who have a strong sympathy for Tom, and I want to refute this. Let me remind you that Nagini has endured even harsher trials in her life: slavery, abuse, and betrayal. She has spent her life erecting barriers of distrust around her. I ask you to feel for this character as much as you do for Tom, because they have a lot in common... They're both orphans. Both are misunderstood by the world. They have so much in common, and it could go on for a long time. After all, they both bond with snakes directly (which is why this pairing is canonical!). Tom has been through just as much hardship. He's an orphan, misunderstood by the world, who is determined to achieve lofty goals in life. And they both, Tom and Nagini, have built barriers around themselves. That's the point of “Succumbing” - they search for what binds them together in each other, pierce the chinks in their armor, surrender and begin to trust, seeking support and reliance. Nagini's trust is hard to give (given her life circumstances), but she surrenders. Tom does the same. He shows his feelings more and more as they grow closer. What's more, you can see that she doesn't want to hurt Tom and generally cares about him as much as he cares about her. And there is just crazy chemistry between Tom Riddle and Nagini! You can see it in every chapter where they are together. It's just impossible not to believe in this couple. Tomini is the best and Nagini is an exceptional match for Tom Riddle, you can see it already in chapter 9. He is very much in awe of her. To the author thebreathbefore (@brooke.ends on ig) much respect! Looking forward to the sequel!
A Solavellan vampire AU
Rasha Lavellan wants something, and she has a plan to get it. But she can’t seem to figure out if she’s the hunter, or the hunted...
[warning: horror, blood and gore, graphic descriptions of wounds]
Rasha stands over the body, her pen and pad in hand as she examines the body. Whoever the poor sod is, he’s slumped against the wall, his eyes shut, an expression of unbridled terror on his face, his hair still in the careful slicked-back style, not a strand out of place.
If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was just a man who’d imbibed one too many and was sleeping the booze off in this dank, dark alleyway.
“What do we have here?” Cassandra, her partner, walks up next to her, a hand on her holster as it always is.
“Human male, late twenties I’d guess. Time of death unknown-” she gets down on her haunches, snapping on a pair of gloves as she does so. “Body’s cold,” she brusquely states, gently tugging his eyelids. His eyes, that would have once been rather a pretty shade of blue, are now white and rheumy. “Been here several hours, I reckon.”
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Succumbing
Just a little while longer...
Just a little while longer...
The room shut off with a *click*. The twirling lights reflecting on the walls and ceiling faded, as did the ambient noise in the room. The room was empty, save for a lone figure in a simple chair, and now it was dark.
She pulled against her restraints weakly, the chains clattering against one another. She could move again. She closed her eyes, sore with strain and exhaustion. Darkness was her only salvation now. The days passed by in a blur of fluorescent lighting and dancing patterns, of voices and strange sounds and buzzing in her ears. It was never quiet, save for these few moments. Who knew? There was always something going on. But sometimes, after the Dark Room, after the patterns shut off, she’d have a few minutes of reprieve. Locked in a dark room, all alone, silence broken only by her ragged breathing and taut restraints. They never took those off. The girl sighed in relief around her gag. She had gotten used to breathing around it, by now. They never took that off, either.
Earlier on, she had used this time to herself to cry. Seethed with anger. Then, to plot, to plan how to escape with the few clues she knew - this room was just pitch-black, nothing helpful, but sometimes she’d hear something through her thick headphones as she was being led down the hallways. Snippets of words, conversations. Once, she tripped on something. A branch? A stick? One time her handler had forgotten to put her blindfold on after the Dark Room. The hallways were as sterile as she had always imagined them. There were no clues to be found, but there never really were any in the first place. The words she’d try to piece together, the subtle changes in texture on the floor depending on where she was being led - none of that helped. None of that mattered.
Now, she just tried to relax for the few precious minutes that she had. To try and pull herself together. Being sad was too exhausting. Being angry took too much out of her. Being hopeful was even worse.
Just a little while longer, and maybe...
She was powerless. All she could do now was rely on the mercy of her captors, and pray that somebody would find her soon.
*click*
A whirring, buzzing sound filled the room once more as lights began to dance all around her. Her eyes opened despite their fatigue. Her body was all but frozen. Soothing tunes and voices began to feed in through her headphones once more.
This would last another...well, she wasn’t quite sure. She wasn’t even sure how long it had been since she first arrived. All she knew was that they’d turn the lights on and off a few more times, and then after that was enforced sleep time. Just a little while longer, if she could just hold out until the end of her time in the Dark Room, she’d get to rest. It’d be quiet. She’d get to forget it all, just for a little bit.
Her body thrummed and throbbed to the beat of whatever was playing in the room, in her ears. They’d always play different tones. It was too confusing to focus on, and the sounds conflicted with one another so that she’d never be able to piece together what was being said, but somehow they’d come together in harmony as her body reacted against her will.
Just a little while longer... ...
it was all she could handle just to hold onto that one thought, now.
The lights turned off with another *click*.
Her eyes slammed shut. She gasped for air, the chain around her chest clinging to her skin. All sensations ended once the room turned off, but that aside her legs were completely numb. Her body ached. Had so much time passed already? She had to make sure she’d stretch and settle in before it started again or her body would freeze in an uncomfortable position.
*click*
Her eyes widened once more. Wasn’t this...faster than usual? Time and thoughts began to slip away once more as her eyes glazed over and her body locked into place, soft words and sounds barraging her weakening mental defenses. Her mind faded to white - it was a particular sensation that had been terrifying at first, but more and more she’d begun to relish in being able to stop thinking. To let words flow in, to feel her thoughts leaking out, only barely able to grasp onto a strand of desperation. A low buzzing heat spread throughout her body as a reward for her surrender, building within her as her body was too still to even shiver.
Just...a little while longer.
*click*
Her body slumped back against the chair, twitching with the remnants of guilty pleasure. Her head lolled against the back of the chair, drool still trailing down her neck. She felt...tired. So tired. Of the Dark Room, of it all... After all this time, maybe this was where she’d finally lose herself. Finally lose her self, her consciousness. More and more, it felt harder to grasp why succumbing to that eventuality was supposed to be bad.
She opened her eyes.
*click*
...
*click*
...
*click*
...Just a little while longer...
Much time had gone by, though the sensation of time passing was long lost on the prone girl in her seat. The corners of her mouth pulled into a vacant smile around the gag, saliva still coursing down her chin. Was it her own, or had they made her do it? The thought of that set her body alight with rapture. Maybe, if they ever removed her gag, they’d give her permission to beg for just a little while longer yet.
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Christian maturity is not indicated by the infrequency of temptation but by the infrequency of succumbing to temptation.
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Succumbing, my Tom Riddle x Nagini origin story has a new cover. Art by the most talented Viticula.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Gorgeous trailer for Succumbing, my Tom Riddle x Nagini origin story fic made by the egregiously talented Viticula alongside my new cover. Run to check out her other work! <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
s u c c u m b i n g
Rasha Lavellan wants something, and she has a plan to get it. But she can't seem to decide if she's the hunter, or the hunted...
Warnings: blood and gore, vampire bites, horror, blood drinking, mention of dubcon
Chapter 1 - Fathom
Rasha stands over the body, her pen and pad in hand as she examines the body. Whoever the poor sod is, he’s slumped against the wall, his eyes shut, an expression of unbridled terror on his face, his hair still in the careful slicked-back style, not a strand out of place.
If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was just a man who’d imbibed one too many and was sleeping the booze off in this dank, dark alleyway.
“What do we have here?” Cassandra, her partner, walks up next to her, a hand on her holster as it always is.
“Human male, late twenties I’d guess. Time of death unknown-” she gets down on her haunches, snapping on a pair of gloves as she does so. “Body’s cold,” she brusquely states, gently tugging his eyelids. His eyes, that would have once been rather a pretty shade of blue, are now white and rheumy. “Been here several hours, I reckon.”
[Read the rest on AO3]