#fluffy tom

Petty Wars

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: After Tom secretly "fixes" your handwriting, a petty argument leads to the world's shortest silent treatment… and one very persistent boyfriend.

Warnings: Cuss words, one suggestive comment, fluffy sassy Tom 🥰

A/N: We love sassy ooc Tom. Thanks for the request!

Masterlist

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"Hm."

You wondered.

"Weird..."

You were sitting in the library, working on your Potions assignment, when you started noticing something unusual.

The moment you started writing on the parchment, it felt like your quill was moving on its own.

All your i’s were dotted. Your y's, which were usually too slanted, were straightened.

Your handwriting looked almost better.

Almost.

Why would someone charm your quill?

And then it hit you.

There was only one person who repeatedly complained about your handwriting.

Tom Riddle.

Your eyes narrowed.

You gathered your books and started walking to your boyfriend's dorm.

"Tom."

You walked in without knocking.

"Yes, love?"

He was sitting on his bed, reading a book.

"Did you need something?"

You sat on the edge of the bed.

"You didn't happen to have charmed my quill to write better... did you?"

"Yes. Yes, I did."

He stared at you.

"Do you really repulse the way I write so much that you had to charm my quill to make my handwriting suitable to your tastes?"

Tom could hear your voice getting sharper.

"I do not repulse it, my love. It simply... bothered me."

"The way I write bothered you?"

"Yes."

"Well, you bother me."

You crossed your arms stubbornly.

Tom raised an eyebrow.

"And I'm going to sleep in my dorm tonight, lest you have nightmares about my horrible handwriting."

"Oh no, you don't. You're sleeping right here."

"Tom-"

"No. I will throw you over my shoulder the minute you step outside this room."

He was dead serious.

"Fine."

"But no cuddles for you. Punishment for your bad behavior."

The corner of his mouth twisted up in amusement.

"My bad behavior?"

"Yes. You've been bad. So no cuddles."

"Whatever you say, love."

"No, we're fighting. You're not allowed to call me that."

Tom leaned forward.

"I'm not allowed to call my future wife 'my love'?"

"Not when she's mad at you."

Tom smirked.

"As you wish, wife."

"I'm not your wife yet, Riddle."

"Yet... I suppose I do have to resolve that situation soon, yes?"

You rolled your eyes.

"So let me get this straight..."

He sat closer to you.

"I'm not allowed to hold you the entire night... I'm not allowed to kiss or adore you the entire night... and instead, I'm to let you freeze and be uncomfortable while I lie beside you?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, rethinking your decision before firmly standing by your word.

"Yes. You're not allowed to do any of those things."

Tom didn't even look upset.

He looked amused.

"Now I'm going to ignore you. Starting now."

"You know... usually when someone ignores another person, they don't announce it."

You kept your mouth shut and stood up, walking to Tom's wardrobe.

You grabbed one of his shirts, intending to change into it before retiring for the night.

"You can change right here. It's nothing that I haven't seen before."

You walked into the bathroom, pretending not to hear his words before stepping back out in his shirt.

You sat on the bed, taking a pillow and placing it between the two of you, creating a barrier between his side and yours.

"And... this is supposed to prevent me from touching you?"

Tom eyed the pillow between you.

"A rather... strong defense, my love."

His hand reached forward, almost brushing against your cheek.

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours.

"So I'm not allowed to do this?" he murmured.

You swallowed.

It was just a stupid fight over a quill anyway... right?

No.

You were making a point.

He couldn't simply tease his way out of everything.

You pulled away from his presence and lay down, turning your back to him.

"Hm... interesting."

You heard shuffling on the bed before the soft sound of silk brushing against silk.

You looked over your shoulder.

He'd taken off his shirt.

Merlin help me.

This was unfair.

Who took their shirt off during an argument?

Apparently Tom Riddle.

You knew he was teasing you, trying to get you to break.

He lay on his back, his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

Dick.

You scooted closer to the edge of the bed, clinging to the blanket the two of you were sharing.

"Cold, love?"

"Hmph."

"You don't have to be. I'm lying right here. You could make use of me."

"Go away."

He chuckled.

Tom rarely chuckled.

It was deep and rich.

That bastard was doing it deliberately.

"I know those toes of yours are shivering."

Damn it.

He was right.

Your toes were shivering.

But you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of being right.

"Shhh. I'm trying to sleep."

"You could always ignore me in the morning. Why let yourself be tortured?"

You thought for a moment.

You could ignore him in the morning.

And you were cold.

And you had gotten too used to sleeping in Tom's arms.

Without him, it felt... off.

"I can hear those wheels of yours turning in your head, love."

You huffed.

He was good at making you give in.

He always was.

“You had no right to try and make my handwriting better."

He tossed the pillow between you aside.

"And you can punish me in the morning."

"I'm still mad at you," you murmured as you let him pull you against his chest.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"I know."

"And I'm going to ignore you in the morning."

"I know."

You buried your cold toes between his legs.

"You're practically a heater."

He hummed in agreement, pulling you closer.

"For what it's worth," he said quietly, "I shouldn't have charmed your quill without asking."

"I only thought it would help. I didn't realize it would upset you."

"I'm sorry."

You huffed.

"Touch my quills again and I'll hex you."

Tom smiled against your hair.

He knew he was forgiven.

"Noted."

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“Is he here yet?” He asked that every time a car came past the window. “No buddy,he has to stay at work, but he’ll try his best to be here” his face sank as you told him that. “But it’s my birthday....” he whimpered. “Aw, honey, he really didn’t want to miss your party, but daddy has to go, so we can pay for parties like this.” Your son stuck his bottom lip out, and his eyes welled up. “I don’t care about the party..... I just want daddy” he grabbed your legs and cried. You picked him up and rubbed his back. “He’s not going to come, is he?” You thought of Toms last text message. “Probably not, but go and play with your friends, they’re going home soon!” You put him down and he rubbed his eyes and nodded, running back into the party. You texted Tom. *He still thinks you’re not coming, he’s distraught bless him, how far away are you?* you turned your phone off, but it pinged almost instantly. *aww my poor little man! I can see the house now, get him to answer the door. Love you xx* you typed *ok, love you too X* a few seconds later, the doorbell rang. “Max! Bring your friends, Answer the door!”

“Hey there... Max? Did you call for a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man?” Tom was in the spider suit, and doing his perfect queens accent. Then he took the mask off and laughed as Max ran to him. “Daddy!!! You came!” Tom spun max around in the air, and covered him in kisses. “Of course I did! I wouldn’t miss it for the world” Max’s friends were all squealing about meeting Spider-Man, and all their mums were drooling over tom. “Hi spidey!” You whispered as he walked into the kitchen. “Hello, my love.” He whispered back and winked. “Well soon I’m gonna need some assistance with saving the world. I better start training you up now! Who wants to go shoot webs in the garden?” The children all yelled and ran. You walked into the living room, where all the mums were whispering. “Y/N? Where did you hire that hunk from?” They all edged closer to you. “Ummm, he’s Max’s dad!” They all gasped. “What? You’re married to him?” “We’re not married. But yeah” they all seemed completely shocked. “I thought you said he was an actor?” “Yes. He is. He came straight from set.”

“I can’t believe you’re five already! My little man! I love you, max” “I love you too, daddy.” You walked into Max’s room as tom was putting him to bed. “Did you have a good party, buddy? What was your favourite part?” He pouted and looked at the ceiling. “Ummmm, definitely the bit when daddy came, because I love him so much and he makes my friends laugh” max threw his arms around tom. “You’re the best daddy in the whole wide world! And now all my friends think I’m cool because my daddy is Spider-Man! Maybe they’ll stop being mean to me now......” you and tom looked at each other. “What?! Who’s mean to you?” Max looked down at his hands. “The kids at school..... they’re mean about my ears...and the dancing.” Max was blessed with his dads ballet skills but cursed with his dads ears, that he hadn’t grown into yet. “Dude..... you tell them that you have your daddy’s ears, and he was voted hottest man alive four times. Tell them that your dad is a famous ballet dancer. tell them that you’re daddy is Spider-Man, and if they’re mean to you, I’ll come and kick their ass” Max laughed. “Would you really do that? If someone hurt me, would you hurt them?” Tom looked at you, you shook your head. “No, buddy. Hurting people is never the answer. I would talk to them, try and make them a better person.” He leaned into Max’s ear and whispered “And then I would kick their ass” “TOM!?” You shouted, throwing a pillow at him. The boys were both giggling. “My daddy is Spider-Man” Max said, kissing tom on the cheek. “Your daddy is Spider-Man” tom whispered, as max closed his eyes.