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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Tom insists on calling Y/N “Mrs Riddle” despite her correcting him, revealing how firmly he already sees her as part of his future.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Jesus, I queued this for 1am instead of 9:30pm.....goodness gracious me.
It started, as most things did with Tom Riddle, with absolute confidence and zero willingness to be corrected.
“You’re late, Mrs Riddle.”
Y/N stopped in her tracks, slowly turned around, and then sighed. “It’s Y/L/N.”
Tom didn’t even look up from the book in his hands. “No.”
“It is.”
“It isn’t.”
“It literally is my name.”
That earned her a brief glance. Calm, patient and infuriatingly certain. “Not for long.”
Y/N folded her arms. “We are not married.”
“Not yet.”
She stared at him while he turned a page.
Y/N walked closer, stopping right in front of him. “Do you ever get tired of deciding my future without telling me?”
“No,” Tom said simply.
“That’s alarming.”
“It’s efficient.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Say it.”
He paused.“…Say what.”
“My last name.”
Tom looked at her like she’d just asked him to solve something beneath him. Then, slowly, “Riddle.”
Y/N blinked. “That’s your last name.”
“Yes.”
“It’s not mine.”
“It will be.”
She pointed at him. “You didn’t even hesitate.”
“I don’t see the issue.”
“The issue is I have a surname.”
“You have potential.”
“That is not a surname.”
Tom finally closed his book, leaning back slightly as he studied her like she was the only subject worth revising. “You’ve been that long enough.”
“I’ve been Y/L/N my entire life.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s not—what does that even mean?”
“It means it’s outdated.”
Y/N scoffed. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet,” he said, completely unbothered, “you’re still here.”
She opened her mouth then closed it again because unfortunately, that part was true.
Tom reached out then, catching her wrist lightly and tugging her closer, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “My wife,” he said again, almost thoughtfully.
Y/N groaned. “Stop calling me that.”
“Why.”
“Because I’m not.”
“You are in practice.”
“In practice?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not how marriage works.”
“It is how mine will.”
Y/N stared at him. “You’ve called me every nickname in the book—love, darling, wife, Mrs Riddle but you’ve never once acknowledged my actual last name.”
Tom paused just slightly. “…I call Lily by your surname.”
Y/N squinted. “You call her Y/L/N?”
“Yes.”
“Then you do know it exists.”
Tom looked at her like she had missed the point entirely then, very slowly, he opened his mouth. “Y/—”
He stopped, frowned and tried again. “Y/…”
Silence.
Then he shook his head once, like the very concept was incorrect. “No.”
Y/N blinked. “No?”
Tom’s expression smoothed instantly. “Riddle.”
“That’s not how names work.”
“It will be.”
She stepped back slightly, rubbing her temple. “I’m just your girlfriend, Tom.”
He didn’t hesitate. “For now.”
Y/N groaned loudly. “There it is again.”
Tom watched her with mild satisfaction, like he enjoyed the sound of her frustration far too much.
“You act like it’s inevitable,” she muttered.
“It is.”
“You don’t even give me a choice.”
“I did,” he said calmly.
“When?”
“You stayed.”
That shut her up, just for a second. Then she frowned again. “That’s not a choice, that’s emotional manipulation.”
“It worked.”
She pointed at him. “That’s worse!”
Tom leaned forward slightly, voice softer now. “Say my name.”
“I am saying your name.”
“No,” he corrected.
Y/N hesitated, then, quietly, “Tom.”
He leaned back again, completely satisfied. “…Riddle,” he added anyway, almost absently.
Y/N threw her hands up. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And yet,” he repeated, watching her carefully now, “you’re still here.”
She huffed then, despite herself, stepped closer again.
Tom’s hand automatically found her wrist. Like it always did, like it always would.
“…I don’t like your obsession with calling me that,” she muttered.
“I like accuracy.”
“I like my identity.”
He tilted his head slightly. “You’re still arguing with me.”
“Because you’re wrong.”
Tom hummed softly. “You’ll adjust.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes. “I will not become Mrs Riddle just because you’ve decided it.”
He paused, then, almost gently. “I decided on the train.”
“…When we first met?” And Y/N, unfortunately, couldn’t tell if that was the most romantic or most terrifying thing she’d ever heard.
Probably both.
Tom leaned in slightly, voice low now, calmer. “Mrs Riddle,” he said again, quieter this time, like it belonged there.
Y/N sighed but didn’t correct him, not immediately. “…You’re insufferable.”
“I know.”
“And delusional.”
“Also known.”
“And I still haven’t agreed to your last name.”
Tom’s mouth twitched. “…Yet,” he said again.
Y/N groaned, but this time she was smiling because the worst part was, he never said it like a question.
sorry i’ve been a bit quiet the last couple of days just been way too tired and my brain has been refusing to cooperate lol
but i’m back now and i’m going to try and release a couple of fics tonight!!! no promises on how many, but we’re definitely trying to be productive again.
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Tom and Y/N attempt to enter the Ravenclaw common room after Y/N correctly answers the riddle, only to discover that being right isn’t enough to gain entry.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - obviously this happened lol.. and this is part two to good night visit.
The Ravenclaw corridor was quiet again, but not for long.
Tom stood at the foot of the bronze eagle door like he had every right to be there which, in his mind, he did.
Y/N stood beside him, still half-amused, half-confused, tugging her coat tighter around herself.
“This is unnecessary,” she said.
“You solved it instantly,” Tom replied.
“That doesn’t mean I need to prove anything.”
“It does to me.”
Y/N looked up at him. “You’re competitive with a door.”
“I am not competitive,” he said calmly. “I am thorough.”
The eagle above them shifted slightly, its metallic gaze sweeping over them, then came the riddle. “What cannot be seen, but makes all things clearer?”
Y/N barely paused. “Truth,” she said immediately.
Silence.
The eagle’s eyes glinted.
Tom went still for half a second.
“…Correct,” the door confirmed.
The bronze mechanism clicked but it didn’t open, instead, it remained firmly shut.
Y/N blinked. “Oh.”
Tom exhaled slowly through his nose. “Ravenclaw logic.”
Y/N turned her head to him, trying very hard not to laugh. “So I got it right.”
“You did.”
“And it still won’t open.”
“Yes.”
She tilted her head. “Because I’m not a Ravenclaw.”
“Correct.”
A beat.
Then Y/N burst out laughing.
Tom did not.
He just stared at the door like it had personally offended him. “I don’t understand the purpose of a correct answer that leads to nothing,” he said flatly.
“To teach patience,” Y/N said, still laughing.
“That is inefficient.”
“It’s charming.”
“It’s irritating.”
She nudged him lightly. “You’re taking this very personally.”
“I don’t like unanswered systems,” he replied.
“You mean you don’t like being wrong.”
“I was not wrong.”
Y/N grinned. “You were wrong-adjacent.”
Tom’s expression darkened slightly. “That is not a term.”
“It is now.”
Before he could respond, a voice behind them cut through the corridor. “…Mum?”
Y/N froze.
Tom turned his head slowly.
Aurelia stood a few steps away in her Ravenclaw robes, hair slightly messy like she’d clearly been ready for bed, holding the door open just enough to peek out.
Her expression said everything. “You’re outside my common room,” she said slowly.
Y/N immediately straightened. “Hi, sweetheart.”
Tom said nothing.
Aurelia’s gaze shifted between them. “Are you trying to get into Ravenclaw tower?”
Y/N opened her mouth.
Tom answered first. “We were testing logic.”
Aurelia blinked. “You’re testing logic against the door.”
“Yes.”
She sighed, deeply unimpressed. “Dad.”
Tom didn’t look away from the eagle. “It was incorrect.”
“It was correct,” Y/N corrected, still smiling.
“It was insufficient,” Tom amended.
Aurelia crossed her arms. “So Mum solved it and the door said no anyway?”
“Yes,” Y/N said.
Aurelia nodded slowly. “That’s actually kind of rude.”
“That was my point,” Tom said immediately.
Y/N laughed again, reaching for Aurelia’s hand. “We were just saying good night properly.”
Aurelia softened slightly at that, then she glanced at her father. “You weren’t putting charms on the door, were you?”
“No.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes. “He already put them on me.”
Tom ignored that entirely.
Aurelia looked between them again, then sighed like she’d accepted her fate.“…You’re both weird,” she said.
“Correct,” Tom replied.
Y/N smiled and kissed Aurelia’s forehead gently. “Sleep well, darling.”
Aurelia leaned into it briefly, then stepped back.
Tom followed suit, pressing a brief kiss to the top of her head as well. “Good night,” he said quietly.
Aurelia gave him a look. “You’re still annoyed about the riddle, aren’t you?”
Tom paused.“…No.”
Y/N laughed.
Aurelia shook her head, already retreating into the tower. “Goodnight, Mum. Goodnight, Dad.”
The door clicked shut behind her.
Silence returned.
Y/N turned to Tom, still smiling. “You lost to a door.”
“I did not lose,” he said immediately.
“You absolutely lost."
“I learned.”
“That’s worse.”
Tom exhaled, then finally allowed himself a faint smirk as he glanced at her. “At least you solved it,” he admitted.
Y/N bumped his shoulder lightly. “Of course I did.”
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - On her first night at Hogwarts, Aurelia receives a quiet visit from her father, Tom Riddle, who comes to check on her and say goodnight despite acting like a protective parent rather than a professor.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - soo cute. there's a part two it still didn't open. - these two fics may or may not be the entire reason I made baby!auri a ravenclaw lol.
It was Aurelia’s first night at Hogwarts, and the castle felt too big in a way she hadn’t quite admitted out loud yet.
The Ravenclaw corridor was quieter than she expected—less eerie, more like the whole tower was simply holding its breath around her.
She was just about to change into her night robe when there was a knock at the door.
Not loud, not urgent. Just… familiar.
Aurelia opened it immediately.
And there he was.
Tom Riddle, standing in the Ravenclaw entrance like it was the most normal thing in the world for the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor to be waiting outside his daughter’s dormitory.
His gaze softened the moment he saw her. “You’re still awake,” he noted.
“I live here now,” she replied, as if that explained everything.
“I am aware.”
Then Tom reached out and gently brushed a hand over her hair, smoothing it back in that absent, precise way he always did when checking she was real and intact.
“I came to say good night,” he said quietly.
Aurelia narrowed her eyes immediately. “You’re not putting another protective charm on me, are you?”
“No.”
She squinted harder. “You already did.”
A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. “Accurate.”
“Dad.”
He leaned down slightly and kissed the top of her head anyway, unbothered. “It is precautionary.”
“It is excessive.”
“It is efficient.”
Aurelia sighed dramatically. “You’re supposed to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.”
“And?” he asked.
“And you’re acting like a paranoid parent.”
Tom didn’t even pretend to be offended. “I am your father.”
Aurelia paused. “…True.”
She stepped back slightly, leaning against the doorframe as if suddenly remembering something important. “Did you solve the riddle?” she asked.
That made him stop, just for a second.
Then Tom’s expression tightened ever so slightly. “Our name is literally Riddle.”
“Yes.”
“And I cannot solve that one.”
Aurelia grinned immediately. “So you got it wrong.”
“I did not get it wrong,” he said calmly.
“You did.”
“I answered logically.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
A beat.
Then Aurelia added lightly, “The answer was silver.”
Tom went very still. “…Of course it was.”
Aurelia’s grin widened. “You didn’t know.”
“I knew,” he said immediately.
“You didn’t.”
“I did.”
“You hesitated.”
“I was assessing the logic of the question.”
Aurelia laughed softly. “Mum got it instantly.”
That finally made him exhale, a small, resigned sound. “Of course she did,” he muttered.
Aurelia smiled at that softer now. “You’re not actually annoyed, are you?”
Tom looked at her for a long moment, then reached out again, brushing his thumb lightly over her cheek. “No,” he said quietly. “I am pleased you are here.”
That made something in her expression soften immediately. “I’m not far,” she said.
“I know,” he replied.
But he still looked at her like he was memorising the distance anyway. Then he stepped closer, and kissed her head again slower this time, lingering just a second longer.
“Good night,” he said softly.
Aurelia smiled. “Good night, Dad.”
And as he turned to leave, she called after him lightly, “Try not to think about the riddle all night.”
Tom paused just enough to be guilty, then continued walking. “…No promises.”
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - After years of calling Y/N “love” and “wife,” Tom still hasn’t officially asked her out. Y/N finally confronts him in front of half the school, forcing the most chaotic almost-proposal Hogwarts has ever seen.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - literally saw a scene from ben 10 and wrote this omg...
The entire school knew Tom Riddle was obsessed with Y/N. At this point, it wasn't even gossip anymore. It was a documented fact.
The professors knew, the students knew and the ghosts probably knew.
Tom followed her everywhere, he waited for her outside classes. He walked her to meals and he somehow always appeared wherever she was.
There was the unfortunate incident where he'd hexed Harry after Harry had attempted to ask Y/N to Hogsmeade.
Tom still claimed it was unrelated, nobody believed him.
Especially not Y/N.
Which was why she was currently marching directly toward him with the expression of someone who had finally reached their limit.
Across the courtyard, Mattheo, Draco, and Blaise immediately noticed.
"Oh, this should be good," Blaise said.
Mattheo sat up straighter while Draco looked delighted.
Tom looked up from where he was sitting beneath a tree. The moment he saw Y/N approaching, his expression softened. "There you are, love."
Y/N stopped and pointed at him. "That."
Tom blinked."...Pardon?"
"That."
Tom looked genuinely confused. "You're going to need more words, love."
"That!" she repeated.
Tom glanced down at himself, then back up. Still confused.
Y/N sighed dramatically. "How many girls do you call 'love'?"
Tom frowned. "It's a nickname."
"You only use it on me."
Tom didn't answer, which was answer enough.
Y/N folded her arms. "In fact, most of the time you call me your wife."
A slow smirk appeared, noticeably and he did not deny it.
Y/N stared at him and Tom stared back.
Then she sighed "Why haven't you asked me out?"
Tom froze. "Pardon?"
"Why. Haven't. You. Asked. Me. Out?"
Tom blinked, once, then twice. "What?"
Y/N threw her hands into the air. "You call me love."
Silence.
"You call me your wife."
More silence.
"We spend all our time together."
He just watches her.
"You obviously like me."
Tom looked away, which was suspicious. Then his eyes narrowed because he'd suddenly noticed something.
Mattheo, Draco, and Blaise were watching the entire thing. Not even trying to hide it. Mattheo actually had the audacity to wave. Tom's glare immediately sharpened.
Mattheo only laughed harder.
Y/N pointed dramatically. "See? You don't normally deny it."
Tom sighed. "I wasn't denying it."
"You've literally told me you like me."
"Several times."
"Exactly!"
From across the courtyard Mattheo shouted, "It's pretty obvious, brother!"
Tom looked ready to commit a crime.
Y/N continued anyway. "You look at me like I hung the stars."
Tom immediately looked back at her. "Hung the stars?"
"Yes."
His expression softened instantly. "Oh."
Y/N blinked. "Oh?"
"That's nice."
She stared. "That's the part you're responding to?"
"Yes."
She groaned. "You follow me around."
"I walk with you."
"You wait outside the girls' bathroom."
"For safety."
"You hexed Harry."
"He annoyed me."
"He asked me out."
"He annoyed me."
Mattheo was crying laughing now.
Y/N pointed at Tom. "See?"
Tom remained completely calm. "You have a point?"
"Yes!" She stepped closer, very close. Close enough that Tom stopped smiling because now he looked nervous.
And that almost never happened.
Y/N took a breath. "I like you."
Tom swallowed.
Across the courtyard three boys collectively lost their minds.
Draco nearly fell off the bench. Blaise made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a wheeze and Mattheo looked like Christmas had arrived early.
Tom ignored them, mostly.
Y/N stepped even closer. "So I'm asking again."
Tom stared at her then slowly said, "That's a problem."
"A problem?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
His mouth twitched. "Because you're asking me."
Y/N blinked."...What?"
Tom straightened. "Only a gentleman asks."
"when?"
Tom stood. "Fine."
And before Y/N could stop him—He dropped onto one knee.
The entire courtyard exploded, students screamed.
Mattheo fell off the bench. Draco yelled something incoherent and Blaise physically sat down.
Y/N stared. "What are you doing?"
Tom casually brushed invisible dust off his trousers. Then charmed the ground beneath him spotless. "What does it look like?"
"It looks like you're proposing!"
Tom looked confused. "Yes."
"No."
He frowned. "You said you liked me."
"I asked you to ask me out"
"You already are my wife."
Y/N stared. "No, I'm not."
"You accepted the title years ago."
"I did not"
"You never corrected me."
"That doesn't count."
"It absolutely counts."
She looked horrified. "You skipped an entire relationship."
"I streamlined the process."
Mattheo was dying, actually dying holding his heart laughing.
Tom pointed at Y/N. "So you're rejecting me?"
"No."
"Excellent."
"I'm rejecting the proposal."
Tom looked wounded. "So you don't want to be my wife?"
"Not yet."
The entire courtyard heard that.
Y/N immediately covered her face. "Oh my God."
Tom looked delighted. "Interesting."
"Stop it."
"So not never."
"Tom."
"Just not yet."
"Tom."
His smirk widened and Y/N wanted to throw herself into the lake.
Tom looked entirely too pleased, then he said, "We've known each other six years."
"I've known your brother six years too."
Tom immediately turned, Mattheo stopped laughing and immediately put his hands up in an instant surrender. "Brother, let's not do anything rash."
Tom kept staring while Mattheo looked genuinely concerned.
Y/N pointed at Tom. "See? That's weird."
"He deserved it."
"I didn't even say anything!"
"You implied it."
Mattheo looked outraged. "I absolutely did."
Tom nodded. "Exactly."
Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. "I wanted you to ask me out."
Tom finally sighed, then stood up. "Fine."
"Thank you."
"As a gentleman."
She snorted.
Tom ignored that then took her hand, looked directly at her and asked, "Will you go out with me?"
There was a pause, a long pause then she closed her eyes. "Oh merlin, finally."
The entire courtyard erupted.
Tom looked offended.
Y/N grabbed his face and kissed his cheek.
Tom froze. Completely, utterly, frozen.
Mattheo immediately pointed. "Look!"
Draco was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe and Blaise looked emotional.
Y/N smiled.
Tom was still frozen.
"...Tom?"
Nothing.
"...Tom?"
Still nothing.
Then slowly, very slowly a smile appeared. Small, rare but real.
And Mattheo immediately groaned."Oh no."
"What?" Draco asked.
Mattheo pointed. "He's happy."
The three boys looked horrified.
Meanwhile Tom never took his eyes off Y/N. "Good."
Y/N blinked. "Good?"
"You said yes."
She laughed. "I did."
Tom nodded. "Excellent."
Then after a pause. "Can I start planning the proposal again?"
just realised i’ve been writing aurelia as a baby for over six months at this rate she’s never getting to hogwarts. Like genuinely, this child has been two years old forever because i keep getting distracted by cute family fics and refusing to let her age.
Sooo i think it might finally be time to age her up a little and actually start writing more Hogwarts-era Aurelia. Mind you, this does not mean baby!Auri is disappearing because let’s be real… i can always randomly post baby Aurelia fics whenever i feel like it lol.
I have quite a few aurelia drafts sitting around that i never posted and honestly? i’m looking at them thinking, you know what, i might as well release them lol. So if you suddenly see an increase in aurelia content later… thats why..
sooo i’m going to skip ahead a little aka we’re bypassing a few fics, including baby girl’s sorting ceremony.
spoiler alert: she’s a Ravenclaw. now that we’ve got that out of the way, the first few Hogwarts-era Aurelia fics i’m planning to post will actually make a lot more sense lol.
just realised i’ve been writing aurelia as a baby for over six months at this rate she’s never getting to hogwarts. Like genuinely, this child has been two years old forever because i keep getting distracted by cute family fics and refusing to let her age.
Sooo i think it might finally be time to age her up a little and actually start writing more Hogwarts-era Aurelia. Mind you, this does not mean baby!Auri is disappearing because let’s be real… i can always randomly post baby Aurelia fics whenever i feel like it lol.
I have quite a few aurelia drafts sitting around that i never posted and honestly? i’m looking at them thinking, you know what, i might as well release them lol. So if you suddenly see an increase in aurelia content later… thats why..
sooo i’m going to skip ahead a little aka we’re bypassing a few fics, including baby girl’s sorting ceremony.
spoiler alert: she’s a Ravenclaw. now that we’ve got that out of the way, the first few Hogwarts-era Aurelia fics i’m planning to post will actually make a lot more sense lol.
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just realised i’ve been writing aurelia as a baby for over six months at this rate she’s never getting to hogwarts. Like genuinely, this child has been two years old forever because i keep getting distracted by cute family fics and refusing to let her age.
Sooo i think it might finally be time to age her up a little and actually start writing more Hogwarts-era Aurelia. Mind you, this does not mean baby!Auri is disappearing because let’s be real… i can always randomly post baby Aurelia fics whenever i feel like it lol.
I have quite a few aurelia drafts sitting around that i never posted and honestly? i’m looking at them thinking, you know what, i might as well release them lol. So if you suddenly see an increase in aurelia content later… thats why..
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Y/N secretly shows Mattheo her childhood muggle home and gives it to him as a safe place to hide from the war and his father.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - i’ve literally been thinking about this for months 😭 this fic has been sitting in my drafts for what feels like ages. it’s a pretty vulnerable one and i genuinely love matty so much…i even talked about it with my girl @jo1818 sooo yeah… i finally got the motivation to edit it and actually post it bcus you know someone pissed me off earlier today..
The house was quiet in a way that didn’t belong to war. Not yet, anyway.
Mattheo, Delphini, and Marvolo tumbled through the portal like it had spat them out mid-breath.
Three small, disoriented silhouettes in the hallway of a place none of them recognised.
A muggle house that felt warm and light. A softness that felt almost… impossible in their world.
They ducked instantly. Hidden behind the hallway corner just as voices carried from deeper inside.
Mattheo peeked first and froze.
Because there she was, their mother. Y/N.
Heavily pregnant, one hand resting at her lower back as she walked ahead, opening doors one by one like she was guiding someone through something sacred rather than just a building.
The kitchen, the sitting room and a small garden out back.
And behind her their uncle Mattheo, who looked confused and cautious, watching her like he didn’t know what she was doing but trusted her anyway.
Hidden in the hallway, the children watched in silence. Mattheo swallowed tightly, not taking his eyes off the scene.
Delphini shifted a little closer behind him, curiosity getting the better of her despite herself.
Marvolo didn’t move at all just stared at their mother like she might vanish the moment he blinked.
Inside the room, their mother finally stopped in the hallway and turned back.
“Why are you showing me this place?” their uncle asked, arms folded.
Y/N didn’t hesitate. “Because this is yours.”
Mattheo blinked. “…What?”
Y/N stepped closer to him, softer now. Familiar in a way that made something in the watching boy’s chest ache. “You’re my brother,” she said simply.
He scoffed on instinct. “Brother-in-law. You married my brother.”
She rolled her eyes fondly. “My best friend.”
That made him pause, just for a second. “…That’s better, darling girl.”
Y/N laughed softly inside the memory. “Don’t get sentimental on me.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m calculating how much this house is worth.”
“That’s worse.”
Mattheo finally looked around properly then. Not just at her but at the house.
The wards woven into the structure like invisible thread. The careful placement of protections. The quiet intention behind every room.
His expression shifted. “Why me?” he asked more seriously now. “Why give me this?”
Y/N didn’t hesitate with one hand rested over her stomach as she leaned against the doorframe. “Because you need somewhere they won’t find you,” she said quietly.
Silence settled between them.
Then, softer but certain she added, “Somewhere I know you’ll be safe.”
Mattheo let out a faint, humourless huff. “Are you saying you care about me, darling girl?”
Y/N didn’t even hesitate. She just looked at him like the answer should’ve always been obvious. “I do,” she said simply.
Mattheo didn’t answer immediately but because he couldn’t help himself, he muttered, “I’m telling Pans.”
Y/N didn’t even blink. “What?”
“I’m telling her you called me your best friend.”
She stared, then burst out laughing. “Oh my God.”
“I heard it,” he insisted, pointing at her like it was evidence in a trial.
“Besides, you did name your firstborn after me,” he said casually.
“There’s still time for me to change my mind,” she replied without missing a beat.
“You better not.”
From behind them, hidden just out of sight, the kids immediately scoffed.
Delphini leaned slightly toward the others. “You should’ve.”
Mattheo shot her a look. “Hey—don’t encourage that. They’re talking about me.”
Marvolo tilted his head thoughtfully. “I could make it so she actually does change her mind.”
Both Delphini and Mattheo turned slowly to glare at him.
“…Focus,” Delphini muttered.
And all three of them went very still again, listening in harder than before.
And for the first time in what felt like forever their uncle looked lighter. “You’re ridiculous,” he said quietly.
“You’re welcome,” she replied.
Behind them the children stayed perfectly still. Watching, understanding without fully understanding. That this wasn’t just a conversation.
It was a lifeline being handed over.
Mattheo swallowed hard, looking away like it hurt to look too long. “…Mum’s going to make me emotional,” he muttered.
Delphini glanced at him. “You're just like him.”
Marvolo didn’t say anything, but he didn’t look away.
Then suddenly the air changed.
A pressure at the edges of the wards, sharp, familiar and unmistakable.
Mattheo stiffened. “That’s—”
“Tom,” Y/N said softly.
He immediately softened, stepping in close and pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be alright,” he murmured. “Go on, I can handle it.”
Y/N smiled at him like she always did. “You always say that,” she replied softly.
“And I always mean it,” he said.
He gave a small nod, as if sealing the moment into place. “Thank you.”
Then she turned.
And the children barely had time to move further back into shadow as she walked out of the house.
Delphini grabbed Marvolo’s sleeve instinctively while Mattheo didn’t move at all.
Outside, Tom was already there calm, controlled and entirely focused on Y/N.
His eyes went straight to her the moment she appeared like she was the only thing in the world that mattered enough to track.
“You’re not where you were supposed to be,” he said evenly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her surroundings.
A moment passed before his voice deepened, more protective now. “…Why are you in the Muggle world?”
“There were things I needed to take care of,” she replied.
Tom stepped closer, hand brushing her cheek in that familiar grounding way like he was confirming she was okay. “Come on,” he murmured. “Let’s go back to the cabin.”
Y/N hesitated, just for a second. Her gaze flicked back through the window.
To the house, where Mattheo was finally safe again after so long.
Y/N let out a soft breath. “…Yeah,” she said quietly. “I’m coming.”
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -Baby Aurelia steals her mother’s wand and uses her father’s questionable teachings to break into the bathroom just to see Y/N, who is still in the shower.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - requested by anon: "Needing more of Mattheo and Aurelia being mamas boy/mamas girl and tom getting agitated" - also inspired of a tiktok i saw of this.
The bathroom door clicked, then very faintly unlocked.
Y/N barely had time to blink before the door swung open and a very determined Aurelia appeared in the doorway like she belonged there.
Which, in her mind, she absolutely did. “Mummy,” Aurelia announced seriously.
Y/N blinked from where she was mid-shower. “Aurelia—how did you even?”
The child lifted a wand: Y/N’s wand.
“…Tom,” Y/N said instantly, already knowing.
From outside the bathroom, Tom’s voice drifted in calmly. “I did not give it to her.”
“You taught her unlocking spells.”
“I taught her observation.”
“That is not better.”
Aurelia, completely unbothered, climbed one step into the bathroom like she was entering a royal court. “Mummy, come out.”
“I’m literally in the shower.”
Aurelia considered this for a second then tried to step further in.
Y/N sighed. “Oh my god.”
At that exact moment, Tom appeared in the doorway.
He took one look at the situation, one look at his wife mid-shower, one look at their daughter attempting to fully invade the bathroom. And exhaled. “She’s too clingy,” he said flatly.
Y/N laughed. “She gets it from you.”
Tom ignored that completely and stepped forward, gently scooping Aurelia up like it was the most normal thing in the world.
The moment she was lifted, Aurelia immediately wriggled. “I want mummy.”
“You had her all morning.”
“That was not enough.”
Tom glanced over at Y/N, and despite himself, his mouth curved into a smirk.
Y/N narrowed her eyes instantly. “Don’t you start.”
His gaze flicked over her briefly then away again, entirely too composed. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you like this before.”
Y/N froze.“Aurelia is here.”
“She is your daughter,” Tom said calmly.
“That is not the point.”
Aurelia, blissfully unaware of anything other than her mission, reached out toward Y/N again. “Mummy!”
Tom adjusted his grip on her. “Give her five minutes.”
Y/N huffed. “Longer.”
Tom narrowed his eyes slightly. “Longer?”
“She’s been attached to me all day.”
“She is attached to you every day.”
“That’s because she’s your daughter.”
Tom looked mildly offended. “And yours.”
“Clearly yours more right now.”
Tom’s expression shifted mildly displeased, like she’d just proposed something offensive. “Two more minutes love.”
Y/N scoffed. “No. Ten.”
His eyes narrowed properly now. “That is unreasonable.”
“You started this,” she said, gesturing vaguely with a wet hand.
“I started nothing,” he replied smoothly. “I retrieved our daughter from breaking into the bathroom.”
Aurelia, still in his arms, chimed in proudly, “Mummy!”
Tom adjusted his grip on her. “See?”
Y/N sighed, leaning back under the water. “Five more minutes.”
Tom shook his head immediately. “Two.”
“Tom.”
“Two.”
Y/N pointed a soapy finger at him. “No. Ten.”
His gaze dropped briefly to the shower again, then back to her. “I can turn off the water.”
Y/N went very still. “…You wouldn’t dare.”
Tom’s mouth twitched and Aurelia copied him immediately, like this was a game.
Tom looked entirely too pleased with himself as he leaned against the doorframe. “Try me.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes through the steam. “You are insane.”
And Aurelia immediately tried to wiggle free again. “Mummy!”
Tom sighed again, completely defeated now, and adjusted her against his chest. “We’ll be waiting.”
Y/N pointed a wet hand toward the door. “And keep my wand away from her.”
Tom glanced down at the wand in Aurelia’s grip then chuckled softly. “I should thank her.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Did you teach her that spell?”
“Of course.”
“Tom.” He looked completely unbothered as he stepped back into the hallway with a squirming Aurelia in his arms. “She’s efficient.”
Y/N shook her head, laughing despite herself as the door closed again. “And I married this man,” she muttered under her breath.
Outside, Aurelia was already demanding, “Mummy again.”
Tom sighed then, softer, almost fond despite everything. “Same.”
summary - A first-year witnesses Tom Riddle nearly curse a student to death, only for him to instantly switch into soft, devoted boyfriend mode when Y/N arrives.
authors note - inspired by my new obsession Dex aka bullseye, goodness he's all over my feed atm.
The corridor outside the library was supposed to be quiet.
That was the rule. Prefects enforced it, students respected it and Tom Riddle usually embodied it.
Usually.
The first-year didn’t know what he was walking into. He turned the corner too quickly and froze the second he saw it.
A Slytherin student lay crumpled against the stone wall, barely conscious, their wand slipping from their fingers.
The air still hummed with the aftershock of a curse and standing over them, perfectly composed in his prefect robes, was Tom Riddle.
Tom noticed him immediately. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t even lower his wand.
The unconscious student at his feet barely seemed to matter to him at all like they were already dealt with, and no longer important.
The first-year took an instinctive step back anyway.
Tom finally spoke, quiet and mild, as if the first-year was the inconvenience. “Shh.”
The first-year’s voice cracked. “You—you just—they’re—”
Tom’s eyes flicked down to the student on the floor. “Alive,” he said lightly. “For now.”
That did it.
The first-year went completely pale. “You’re going to kill me.”
A pause.
Tom tilted his head slightly, as if considering the statement with genuine curiosity. “Oh,” he said.
No smile, no warmth. Just certainty. “Don’t worry.”
He lowered his wand in a slow, deliberate motion, like time itself was waiting for him to finish. “I’m one of the good guys.”
Y/N’s voice again, closer this time. “Where are you?”
The first-year made a strangled noise behind him. Because suddenly Tom Riddle wasn’t looking at him anymore. He was looking past him.
And his expression had changed so completely it was like the last minute had never happened. “I’m here, love,” Tom called back.
The first-year slowly turned his head.
Y/N appeared at the end of the corridor.
Hogwarts robes slightly loose around her shoulders, one hand resting carefully over her very obvious pregnant belly. “Ah,” she said when she spotted him. “There you are.”
Tom was already walking toward her.
The prefect, the model student and the boy who would later be called a Dark Lord. None of that existed now.
Now he just looked like a boy greeting his girlfriend and unborn child.
He stopped in front of her, immediately taking her hand like it was instinct. “You shouldn’t be walking alone,” he said softly, his eyes flicking over her face as if making sure she was alright.
Y/N rolled her eyes. “I was in a library corridor, Tom, not a war zone.”
“That’s what you think,” he murmured.
She huffed, but there was affection in it. “You worry too much.”
“I don’t think I worry enough,” he corrected.
Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
The first-year behind him made another small, horrified sound.
Y/N tilted her head. “Were you on patrol?”
“Of course,” Tom said smoothly.
Tom subtly stepped in front of the unconscious student, deliberately blocking it from Y/N’s view.
Y/N narrowed her eyes slightly, unconvinced but too tired to argue. “Mm.”
Tom gently adjusted the edge of her sleeve. “You’re cold.”
“I’m pregnant,” she reminded him.
“Yes,” he said immediately. “Which makes you vulnerable to temperature fluctuations.”
“That’s not how bodies work.”
“It is for you.”
She sighed, but she was already leaning into him a little anyway, letting him guide her down the corridor.
The first-year stood frozen, still processing the fact that someone had just been nearly killed two steps away from where Tom was now fussing like a concerned boyfriend.
Y/N glanced past Tom’s shoulder, eyes briefly landing on the first-year still frozen in the corridor. “Is he alright?”
Tom didn’t turn around. “Yes,” he said calmly.
The first-year nodded rapidly, even though nothing about this felt true.
Y/N hummed, satisfied enough, and let Tom lead her forward.
And just before they turned the corner, Tom glanced back over his shoulder at the first-year. With a look that said you saw nothing.
The first-year swallowed hard and nodded so fast it hurt.
Then Tom turned away again like nothing in the world had ever gone wrong. “Come on,” he said gently to Y/N, smoothing her hand again. “You need to sit down.”
Y/N snorted. “You’re acting like I’m made of glass.”
“You are,” he said simply.
She rolled her eyes but she didn’t let go of his hand and behind them, the corridor stayed very, very quiet.
nothing says "i love your work" quite like copying it word for word! and when i say word for word, i mean it. But also my authors note?.
Babes at that point you didn't even rewrite anything, you just hit copy, hit paste, and apparently considered the job done.
like damn 😭 at least change a comma so I can pretend you put effort into it. Anyway. I hope my writing is enjoying its second home when we all report you.
PS- I literally reported you for copying another writer before this happened. Looking back, is that how my work ended up on your radar?
what honestly annoys me even more is that tumblr is supposed to be such a safe creative space where, no matter the grammar, spelling, or even how rough your writing is at the start, you still find your people.
like it’s meant to be a place where you can share your work, grow, and improve as a writer. trust me, i know that firsthand because i’ve done it too.
so to just take someone else’s work and copy it word for word… it’s honestly just really disheartening.
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Inde navarrette reminds me of a young y/n or if y/n had another kid
omg yes!! i've been thinking that too (mind you i think that with every brunette i see lol)
waiiit what about her being Lily (y/n’s twin’s) daughter??? or even worse… a riddle grandkid energy where she’s just carrying on the legacy and causing chaos all over again.
You’ve just unlocked a whole new branch of the AU in my brain
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