Time Green ♥︎ - Knights of Walpurgis, Tom Riddle & Lily Evans. Sometimes I talk about my life. (I make headcanons and post them on TikTok too!) – My name is "Lııcy".
I’m obsessed with the wizarding world of Harry Potter. (I love the Knights Of Walpurgis era and marauders era).
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Oh, my clematis. Hope bloomed through the abyss. Oh, my clematis. Always be by my side. You bloomed from the huge black wall. The galactic stardust spread out in your eyes. In the endless darkness I find you with your scent. Even I sleep for infinitely don't leave my side. Oh, my clematis. Hope bloomed through the abyss. Oh, my clematis. Always be by my side.
Do you believe in God? In the past, human believed in God and had a religion. Things that cannot be solved by human power or believed to be God's will. believed that the entire universe revolved around the earth. thought that the place that connected with the sky, which they could not dare to reach was the place where the gods lived. From the moment humanity left the universe, we all forgot God. But if believing in God is human. If all I can do as a human is to believe... My god. My universe.
Oh, my clematis. Hope bloomed through the abyss. Oh, my clematis. Always be by my side.
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What’s a man to do when he ruins a gift his wife made him?
AKA — Masky and Hoodie try to save Tim from a night on the couch —
!! Ft. T. Wright x F! Reader + Brian for moral support !!
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Tim had never felt fear like this.
Mission after mission, body after body. He’d seen it all, massacred and slaughtered on autopilot. Like it was easy, as if being a hunter was a birth right. Yet, all of his experience, all of his skill and mastery, could have never prepared him for something like this.
The assignment was easy enough, and he’d completed the task swiftly. The issue laid in the aftermath. He doesn’t know when or how it happened, but it was undeniable.
Masky had fucked up.
He had fucked up bad.
Prior to the debacle he was currently facing- you’d lovingly hand-crafted a pair of gloves that could attach to his holster.
Dainty little things, made of bright colours and miscellaneous fabrics. It hung by his hip, looped right next to his pistol. He’d received the gift on Christmas, and he swore from that day forward to keep it safe.
Which held true all the way up till now. However, somewhere in the scuffle of the fight- the string had snapped. The crucial part that held the thing to his belt had broken off, and he hadn’t noticed until he was on the road. It had dragged through copious amounts of blood. Stained to hell and back.
You were going to kill him.
Or worse, you’d think that he didn’t like it. Been reckless with your gift on purpose, casting your affections aside because he didn’t care.
The night you’d given it to him was special. Not just because it was a holiday, but because it was the first time he really talked to you. It was late, and you were being so genuine. You looked at him like he hung the stars in your name- how could you expect him not to give in?
So he did.
He told you about his home life, about how he grew up. A little about his parents, their cruelty and coldness. Then he told you about ‘What if’s.’ The things he’d never spoken out loud, the fears he hid under his unwavering mask.
Tim murmured secrets against your skin for hours, and in return, you shared your warmth. Letting him spill until his glass had emptied, you promised to keep his shadows safe.
Knowing he had a job that morning, you’d even tied the mitts on yourself. Carefully looping the string-woven pair around leather and pressing a kiss to the holster. For good luck.
And he’d ruined it. Damaging your efforts deep in the trees, throwing your love to the wolves like the corpse’s they left behind. His eye was twitching, and he’d been antsy since he realized. Brian, being as observant as ever, noticed immediately.
“You good?—“
“I’m fine.”
Though his response wasn’t believable in the slightest, making the other man grunt. “Vibratin’ outta’ your goddamn seat. The hell is wrong with you?” It was blunt, but he knew exactly what he meant.
“… I fucked up.”
His confession filled the stale air, simmering along the static of the radio for a beat. Then Brian squinted at him, perplexed. “Alright..?” Clearly waiting for him to explain further, he sighed. “The gift she got me. It’s stained.” Masky had never sounded so defeated- he had to laugh.
“Ohhh, she’s gonna’ be upset.”
“I know that.”
Speaking through gritted teeth, Tim exhaled sharply. “We need to fix it- I can’t go back like this.” The words made the blonde pause, and he huffed with an arched brow. “Fix it? And how the hell are we gonna’ do that?” Masky clicked his tongue.
“There’s a laundromat twenty minutes away, we’ll stop by.“
“We look like serial killers. We’re lucky they ain’t call the cops the second we walk in-“
“Then throw on that coat and tell ‘em we’re experimentalists, yeah?”
Brian had to take a moment to breathe. Respect him, he did- yet the minute you were involved, the man lost all sense of direction.
The truck pulled up to the half-empty lot, and the pair stepped out. Trudging through the door as a bell chimed overhead.
“Dry cleaning or machine— “
The front desk worker cut herself off upon looking up. Normally, clientele were mom’s with sullied baby clothes, college students without a laundry room. Not grown ass men splattered with scarlet from head to toe.
Scarred and stern, they approached silently. The brunette dropped a pair of knit gloves onto the counter. “Can ya’ get it out?” Assuming he meant the large blood stain, she stuttered nervously. “Well- I um, I can sure try.” Strained smile pulling at her cheeks, his lip twitched once.
“How long s’it gonna’ take?”
“Twenty-five minutes- that’s all. I- I swear.”
That seemed to appease him, and he nodded. Reaching into his jacket, he rifled around for a bit. Just enough for cold sweat to line her palms, before he pulled out a few scrunched bills. Clearly also marked with whatever unholy acts they’d committed, he slid the bunch over the surface.
“This enough?” It took a second to register, and when he cleared his throat, she jumped. “Yes! Yes, this is fine.” Collecting the bills with shaky hands, then shuffling to the back with the scuffed mitts.
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “This was a bad idea.” The exasperation was heavy in his tone, and Tim scoffed. “You act like I got a choice. It’s this or the couch- and I ain’t goin’ t’bed cold after all this bullshit.”
“Well, would it kill you to be a little nicer?”
“I am nice.”
“Not enough. Poor thing’s boutta’ cry-“
“You talk to ‘er then.”
After going back and forth for fifteen minutes straight, the woman appeared back from behind the curtain. Awkwardly shifting in place before the two finally turned around. “It’s in the wash, but the dryer won’t take too long.” Timid while she spoke, Hoodie was the one to pipe up this time.
“That’s quite alright, ma’am. We’re grateful you could help us folk out so late.” While he was evidently more social than his partner, there was still an edge that lingered. A sharpness that accented his grin.
If he wanted too, he could probably hide her body and smile his way right out of it. The cops wouldn’t even blink.
The thought has her suppressing a shudder. “Yeah. Mhm.” It made him cock his head to the side. Opening his mouth to assure her it was safe-
Ding!
The washing machine echoes from the back, and she spins on her heel. Briskly stepping past the drapes once more.
So much for smoothing things over.
He sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “… This ain’t a good look, Tim.” The brunette rolled his shoulders back. “It’ll be fine.”
“Not if our misses find out- we ain’t supposed ta’ be scarin’ ladies at night. S’not right.”
“That’s why they’re not gonna’ find out. ‘Sides, we’re not doin’ nothin’. We’re being respectful, and we’ll tip ‘er after.”
“Excuse me.”
Their heads whipped to the source, and she coughed into her fist. Placing the gloves down before running her palms down her apron, she continued. “Your mitts- they’re uh, they’re dry.”
And dry they were. Pristine and warm, they sat perfectly on the counter. Untouched, as if they’d never been brought into battle in the first place.
Tim collected the pair, running his thumb over the cotton. “Thank you.” He grumbled, and Brian held out another folded bill, pinching it between his middle and index.
“Extra- for yer’ work.”
She nodded rigidly in response, retrieving it hesitantly. They waved on the way out, but in all honestly, Hoodie doubted that she returned the gesture.
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Finally.
Shrugging off his jacket, he was hit with the scent of something sweet. You were baking. It made him inhale deeply, appreciating the comfort of your shared home.
Tim padded down the cabin halls. The tension easing off his shoulders more and more with each step. He reached the kitchen in a flash, and immediately looped his arms around your waist. “Oh! Lover-“
You twisted in his hold, staring up at him with a pout. “You’re terrible. What if I got scared and screamed?” He chuckled. “I’d repent, sugar. You know I would.” Pressing a kiss to your temple, his hand soothed down your spine. Resting on the dip of your arch as you cupped his face.
“I missed you.” Your whispers always made him turn to mush. “Yeah? How much.” Snickering when you hummed in faux irritation, Masky ducked his head into your neck. Pecking along your shoulder and letting his worries fade completely. However, unfortunately for him, it would seem that he hadn’t saved himself after all.
“Ah- did you get the icing I asked for? You said you’d get it this morning.”
✦ Pairing: Toby Rogers, Brian Thomas, and Tim Wright x Reader
✦ Summary: Headcanons of Tim with a sweet/motherly girl on his arm.
Sfw:
✦ No one knows why you chose Tim. Even HE doesn’t know why someone as sweet as you would waste your time on someone as grumpy as him.
✦ BUT he’s very glad you did choose him because he couldn’t imagine life without you.
✦ You two met when you broke down on the side of the road late one night and he was the only one nice enough to stop and help. You were just too sweet and figured a pretty girl like you needed to be wifed up quick.
✦ You are an absolute doll. You keep everyone in the house from killing each other, cook, clean, basic household stuff but not like a sad little house wife. You’re taken care of in return TRUST.
✦ Tim will rub your shoulders, feet, back, etc. He does a lot (or gets Toby to do it) around the house when he’s able. Then he rocks your world in the bedroom. Your needs are met.
✦ That being said he also loves when you rub his shoulders.
✦ The best evenings are when you sit on the porch with him while he smokes. He’ll have you curled up in his lap, wearing his jacket while he has his hand on your hip.
✦ Or when you sit on the couch with him. Same premise just…inside.
✦ God forbid a man wants you in his lap!
✦ Forces you to wear his jacket. He wants you to be toasty.
✦ He can’t sleep without you. If you aren’t in bed with him then he’s not sleeping PERIOD.
✦ He hates but loves when Toby gets all flustered around you. He thinks it’s funny as fuck when the boy starts stuttering but hates when that little twerp thinks he can make a pass on his woman even though he doesn’t have a chance.
✦ You make him less cranky. Especially in the mornings when you make his coffee. He never raises his voice around even. Won’t even yell at Toby if you’re around.
✦ Late night drives with his hand on your thigh. He lets you pick the music.
✦ After a long mission he loves getting to come home and love on you.
How Toby feels:
✦ Toby adores you! He sees you as a mother but Tim is NOT his father. They don’t like each other enough.
✦ He’ll sit with his head in your lap and make you comb his hair or just play with it.
✦ He thinks you’re the prettiest woman in the world (apart from his mom and sister).
✦ At first he’s pretty nervous around you because you are so pretty but warms up to you eventually.
✦ He likes when you clean up his cuts after missions and talk him through his meltdowns.
How Brian feels:
✦ Brian likes you because you help Tim a lot. He likes seeing his buddy happy.
✦ He helps you with cooking and laundry a lot. Mostly separating because it’s three guys with a bunch of ripped clothes so it’s hard to tell whose it is.
✦ He’s always there to talk. He’s the calmest out of the three so he’s easier to talk with.
✦ Brian flirts with you to piss Tim off. Tim is terrified because he knows his buddy is a LOT more charming and could easily take you away.
✦ He slapped your ass once and Tim chased him around the house with a knife, swearing to cut his hand off.
NSFW:
✦ Yall are getting it on ANYWHERE you can. His room, bathroom, in the woods, his truck, living room. ANYWHERE! Just so long as you don’t get caught.
✦ That being said he wouldn’t mind if anyone were to hear you.
✦ He likes to see you in frilly lace lingerie but he loves to rip it off you.
✦ Cigarette ALWAYS hanging from his mouth.
✦ Thigh riding is a must. He likes seeing you fall apart.
✦ He likes to slap your ass just anytime. In bed, while you’re cooking, at the store, just walking past him really.
✦ Leaves hickies just visible enough to show so the others will see.
✦ He’s eating you out till your thighs are shaking.
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Tom Riddle continues to pretend to be the man the Muggle! Reader married — having killed the real man and used Polyjuice Potion to take his place — before moving on to the next step. Muggle! Reader who gradually wonders what has replaced her husband.
Like, I wrote something about this. I just kind of went with the flow, lol.
But it’s like Tom is literally pretending to be her husband before she even realizes something is wrong. It’s as if she’d had two husbands — with Tom finally getting rid of the real one and handling some business related to him and the people around her. And the child the Reader had with her husband would actually be Tom’s child.
At some point, he’ll likely reveal himself and alter her memories, and no one would be able to say a thing, since Tom has been busy altering and scouring the memories of everyone who interacts with her. All this just to finally infiltrate the group as if he truly belonged.
It's an easy to see set up - Tom hiding and even conducting espionage as another for awhile.
He low-key becomes the ultimate husband, handling all the business and making their lives easier, replacing the previous abusive tendencies' and so everyone in her life handwaves any concerns because "look how he's changed" and she may even fall in love with him and more than the man she knew him a before. Especially with twisting memories.
And Tom is all, 'look, I'm a great husband and father,' even though he's clearly twisting everything and altering the Reader's memories while she gradually realizes something is wrong — but who would help them?
And their son literally being Hayato. The moment his "father" suddenly starts acting strangely, he reacts like this: 🤨. Tom likely resorts to psychological terror and threats against the poor kid if he somehow fails to manipulate him or alter his memories (It would be interesting if Tom couldn't alter his memory).
Reader being muggle also limits her access to help from both sides, one she really doesn't know and the other would have nothing against magic.
Was going to ask if there's a Hayato in this situation. If he's born of Tom's flesh or if he was really small when the swap occurred, whose to say that he would believe his mom's hysteria and wouldn't be more of his father's son. Though him knowing it's not his dad but his actual dad was PoS and all, that's so angsty and thrilling. The kid's learning of this whole new world he never knew of and he's realizing how out of his depth he is against Tom's skillset even before he begins to piece the timing and evidence to realize who Tom really is.
This "Hayato" would be a version of Mattheo (Matthew) Riddle — specifically, Tom Riddle's son from the time when Tom was pretending to be the Reader's husband before vanishing and letting the Reader's actual husband return.
But Matthew is going to think his father was his mother's real husband — that he noticed the moment the switch happened, whereas his mother didn't because she clung to the hope that her husband had simply changed (and later had her memory altered to believe that Tom, in his true form, is her husband). And Matthew is the spitting image of a younger Tom; he probably thinks he just takes after a grandfather or something. When he gets to Hogwarts and Slughorn mentions how much he looks like a certain Tom Riddle, and then he comes home and sees the man in his true form... He's literally trapped in a game with his own father. And there's no way for him to save his mother; he's just a boy.
(I wouldn't mind if someone took that idea and wrote something about it. But I remember there was a Tomione fanfic that had that vibe—a really good one, by the way.)
Tom Riddle continues to pretend to be the man the Muggle! Reader married — having killed the real man and used Polyjuice Potion to take his place — before moving on to the next step. Muggle! Reader who gradually wonders what has replaced her husband.
Like, I wrote something about this. I just kind of went with the flow, lol.
But it’s like Tom is literally pretending to be her husband before she even realizes something is wrong. It’s as if she’d had two husbands — with Tom finally getting rid of the real one and handling some business related to him and the people around her. And the child the Reader had with her husband would actually be Tom’s child.
At some point, he’ll likely reveal himself and alter her memories, and no one would be able to say a thing, since Tom has been busy altering and scouring the memories of everyone who interacts with her. All this just to finally infiltrate the group as if he truly belonged.
It's an easy to see set up - Tom hiding and even conducting espionage as another for awhile.
He low-key becomes the ultimate husband, handling all the business and making their lives easier, replacing the previous abusive tendencies' and so everyone in her life handwaves any concerns because "look how he's changed" and she may even fall in love with him and more than the man she knew him a before. Especially with twisting memories.
And Tom is all, 'look, I'm a great husband and father,' even though he's clearly twisting everything and altering the Reader's memories while she gradually realizes something is wrong — but who would help them?
And their son literally being Hayato. The moment his "father" suddenly starts acting strangely, he reacts like this: 🤨. Tom likely resorts to psychological terror and threats against the poor kid if he somehow fails to manipulate him or alter his memories (It would be interesting if Tom couldn't alter his memory).
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Tom Riddle continues to pretend to be the man the Muggle! Reader married — having killed the real man and used Polyjuice Potion to take his place — before moving on to the next step. Muggle! Reader who gradually wonders what has replaced her husband.
Like, I wrote something about this. I just kind of went with the flow, lol.
But it’s like Tom is literally pretending to be her husband before she even realizes something is wrong. It’s as if she’d had two husbands — with Tom finally getting rid of the real one and handling some business related to him and the people around her. And the child the Reader had with her husband would actually be Tom’s child.
At some point, he’ll likely reveal himself and alter her memories, and no one would be able to say a thing, since Tom has been busy altering and scouring the memories of everyone who interacts with her. All this just to finally infiltrate the group as if he truly belonged.
why tf do characters like Voldemort or Snape, etc become “complex characters with nuanced backstories” when they do evil shit but when women do evil things (Petunia, Umbridge) they’re juts selfish and evil. like. ok. what the fuck.
They deserved much more development. Petunia was certainly sidelined because Lily was the golden child; she desperately wanted to be a witch—perhaps to stay close to Lily or simply because she was fascinated by it—but since she wasn't the favorite, she began to harbor anger and hatred toward magic, as it had effectively contributed to her being even more overshadowed. As for Dolores, she harbors a superiority complex regarding Muggle-borns, Muggles, and Squibs — stemming from her father — alongside a touch of an inferiority complex; she always strove to be viewed as a "good half-blood" by other pure-bloods, because that was what she had been taught.
Tom Riddle continues to pretend to be the man the Muggle! Reader married — having killed the real man and used Polyjuice Potion to take his place — before moving on to the next step. Muggle! Reader who gradually wonders what has replaced her husband.
I'm not sure about writing chapters; please let me know if there are any grammatical errors (I'm not 100% fluent in English). I just started writing and this is what came out (I'm new to this whole writing thing and all). If it turned out like shit, the fault is entirely mine.
My husband was acting strangely.
It’s not that I’m unhappy. He doesn’t hit me or drink anymore. He doesn’t threaten to hit our son. But even so, it was as if I were living with another person. A stranger.
Then, a few days after our son turned eleven, a gentleman appeared, claiming to be a Hogwarts professor — a potions master — and saying that our son is a wizard.
"A wizard? Like in fairy tales... son?" — she asked worriedly, watching him sit on the sofa before facing the teacher who had come to deliver the news.
"It’s truly incredible news," — said the man, her husband, squeezing his son's shoulder, causing the boy to look down and whisper, "It all makes sense now."
"So you'll come back to take us to buy the materials, right?"
"Oh, yes, of course!" — the old gentleman replied.
"Well, could tomorrow work? I don't have work tomorrow," — I replied, feeling apprehensive yet eager for this new magical world.
"Oh... sure." — he says.
But the strangest thing of all was that her husband didn't step up to be his father. And when that teacher left, he had said something like, 'that child reminded me of someone.'
Then her son ran into the bedroom.
"Matthew! ... don't run, you might fall—"
"Honey... relax, let me handle this. It must be a lot to take in, right?" — her husband replied with a smile, holding her hand. I felt a shiver at the touch.
My breathing grew heavier, and a subtle lump formed in my throat. I looked away, trying to hide it. Before he went upstairs, a sudden burst of courage came over me.
"I could talk to him, actually... You must be tired from work, right? Coming home to find a stranger telling you he's a wizard?"
"Love... leave it to me. You could make dinner, okay?" — he spoke almost as if he were giving an order, and I couldn't argue back. I couldn't go against it.
I suddenly stood up and headed to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
But when I finished dinner, I realized.
'Why am I making dinner?' — she thought, glancing at the time and then at the table with the prepared meal. We don't have dinner that early.
Batfam x Negligent Reader who simply doesn't give a fuck.
A reader who simply doesn't care about family drama and keeps to herself — to the point of becoming practically invisible — and who left the moment she saw the chance.
And in the end, she doesn't even know she has a younger half-brother named Damian.
But everything changes when, out of the blue, a family member shows up at the apartment she shares with her friends.
"Holy shit, why did you bring a brat along? Oh, damn... hey, hi, kid— um, what's your name?" — reader asked her friend, who had arrived with a boy; she stared at the tanned, green-eyed child who was looking back at her with wide eyes.
"Damian Wayne—" the boy said. "Damian Wayne."
"...Are you my cousin, or something?" she asked, looking him up and down.
"Brother."
"...I thought Bruce had stopped adopting."
"Biological. I'm your biological half-brother."
"Makes sense," she said before taking a deep breath, as if sensing a headache coming on and realizing she’d have to deal with what was to come. "Damn it."
Extra;
"Why did you bring that supposed half-brother of my along?"
"He showed up at your college. I'm just hanging around, so I thought I'd bring him; it’d be a blast."
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