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[cardansriddle]

Your girl - (tom riddle x fem!reader)

part 2

summary: you always watch him from afar, waiting for the day you would be able to call yourself his girl.

warnings: reader is pining & kinda obsessed with tom. also sloppy writing for this one, sorry folks.

A/N: inspired by lana's unreleased song 'your girl'.

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Your eyes travelled over the pack of chattering students in the Great Hall towards the Slytherin table where he sat with his group of friends. His wavy hair tumbled across his forehead as he kept his head down, focused on the book laying on the table, fingers idly fumbling with the page of the object before he turned it over. You watched him in a trance-like state, head resting on the palm of your hand as you released a small sigh. 

He was otherwordly. Gods were cruel for crafting him with their own hands, making him to perfection, making him so irresistible that your heart ached every time your eyes lay on the chiselled features of his face. You could not help it. Your gaze would always find him no matter where you were. No matter what you were doing. You felt like a magnet being pulled towards a being that would swallow you like a black hole and leave you in a pit of nothingness. 

Oh, how you desired him. It was agonising. Loving him from afar and knowing you would never be his girl. 

He suddenly lifted his gaze from the pages of the book, and it landed directly on you. 

You had been caught. You quickly looked away from his blistering stare, heat creeping up your cheeks in embarrassment. 

Tom was used to being stared at. He was well aware of the effect he had on people. Everyone admired him. Everyone wanted a piece of him. 

But you, you wanted all of him. For yourself. 

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The chair dug into your back as you struggled to get comfortable, splatters of ink staining the skin of your hands as you scribbled hurriedly on your parchment. The clock was ticking, and the hour was late. The threat of curfew was upon you, yet you refused to leave the library until you got the essay done before the clock would strike midnight. 

As you crossed out a word with a huff, a shadow settled upon you like a gloom of darkness. The air became still, and you slowly rose your head to look upon the intruder who had interrupted you mid-work. 

Your breath caught in your throat when your gaze settled on Riddle, looming over you with an indescribable expression. His head was tilted to the side, stare narrowed on your face as if he was scrutinizing your features. 

Gathering your wits, you cleared your throat. "May I help you?"

"The library is about to close. I advise you to leave before you stay after curfew." 

Of course. He was doing his Prefect duties. He had only approached you because of duty. Nothing else. Disappointment settled in the pit of your stomach like a rock. You felt your soul sink slowly beneath the waves of heartache.

"Oh." You whispered, dropping your stare back to your parchment to hide your expression. "Right. Thank you." You replied meekly, yet made no move to pack your things up. You felt a gust of air, and you looked up to see him leaving, his robes fluttering behind him as he walked away from your form. 

The first time he had spoken to you. And it had been a cold, indifferent exchange. Your heart ached once again as you snapped your book shut. 

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You walked into the DADA classroom with a frown adorning your face, hands clutching your books as you quickly made your way to your seat, giving a small smile to your seat partner before plopping down in your chair. Almost instinctively, you glanced around the space to find him. And when you did, you felt your blood sizzle with an emotion you had learned to know all too well. 

There was a girl leaning on the side of his desk, finger twirling around a strand of hair as she spoke to Tom with a sly smirk on her lips. She leaned closer to him, pointing at something on a book with a perfectly manicured finger, lashes fluttering as he began explaining something she had inquired about. His face was neutral, as it always was, showing no sign of interest. 

It was a common occurrence— girls approaching him and asking about something in order to earn a fraction of his attention even if it was just for a moment. Had you been bold, maybe you could have done the same. But you were not. You were way too afraid of stumbling over your words in his proximity and therefore making a fool out of yourself. You would much rather admire him from afar. And dream of things you and he would never do.

You watched, fury boiling inside of you as she lay a hand on his arm and he produced a polite smile before slightly leaning away from the unwelcome touch. 

The rejection eased your heart only slightly, but jealousy was burning ablaze inside you still. You watched, from afar, as you always did, heart yearning, aching to be his. 

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If there was one thing Slytherins excelled at, it was throwing parties that would leave everyone second-guessing their actions the next morning. You rarely attended those monthly gatherings, the only time when the houses put away their differences and prejudices aside in order to have a great time and drink until their mind had no coherent thought left and was instead clouded with alcohol. 

You sipped at your third—or was it fourth? could even be the fifth drink, you had lost count already. The buzz from the Firewhisky had already begun affecting your head, yet you did not stop and kept going drink after drink if only to drive the thoughts of him away from your mind. He had become a permanent resident in the root of your thoughts, and if people said this was the solution to all your problems, who were you not to at least try?

When you had entered the dimly lit common room, you had spied Tom leaning against the wall with arms crossed across his chest, dark eyes discerning, judging everyone who partook in these activities you knew he considered foolish. But for once in your life, you set aside your need to be liked by him and instead allowed yourself to attempt to forget him.

A call of your name drew your mind away from him, and you turned slightly to face the approaching figure who was watching you with a smirk on his face. "I have not seen you attend these things before," Avery said with a glint in his eyes, gaze dropping down to quickly give you a once over before meeting your stare once again. "Decided to give being a good girl a break?" 

You squirmed, uncomfortable with his crude attention. "It's only for tonight. Don't get used to it."

"Oh? Perhaps we could make the most of tonight then? Well, don't just stand there, come dance." He urged, his hand dropping to your waist to pull you closer to his body, applying enough pressure to get you to follow him into the midst of mingling people. 

You knew it was a bad idea. And you would have pulled away, declined his advances. But when you glanced over your shoulder to where you had seen Tom the last time, you saw his eyes already fixated on you, and you gave in to Avery. You lost yourself in his arms, not fully aware of what you were doing due to the alcohol already fuzzing your brain, but you moved along with him, allowing his hands to run over your curves until the night became a blur. 

Yet over time, the intruding images of Tom invaded your head once again, and before you knew it, you were pulling away from Avery and the others to make your way to one of the velvet couches in the common room, plopping down and resting your head back. 

Why could you not escape him?

Were you cursed to desire a man who would never be yours for the rest of your miserable existence?

"Pathetic." You murmured to yourself, raising your hands to run them over your face. Just as you began thinking about leaving the party, you felt the couch dip next to you, indicating someone had taken a seat. Your eyes snapped open, and you turned your head to the side to see who had joined you. 

"Riddle?" You breathed out in disbelief. When he made no move to speak, you shut your eyes tightly before reopening them. "Merlin, what did they put in that Firewhisky? Great, am I hallucinating now?" 

Tom only rose an elegant brow, and perhaps if you had been sober enough, you could have detected the light amusement on his face. 

"Why would you assume you are hallucinating?"

"Uh...because, I don't know, you are here? We are talking? We never talk."

"We talked that day in the library." He stated.

You snickered, shaking your head. "I would hardly call that talking. You were kicking me out of the library." 

"I was only doing my Prefect duties." He rebutted impassively, before shifting so his arm was resting on the head of the couch and his body was fully facing yours. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He redirected the topic.

"Hardly."

"Why is that?"

You stared at him for a moment, regarding his sharp features before lowering your head to answer his question. "I came here to forget. And I still cannot forget." 

He hummed thoughtfully, cocking his head to the side, gaze never leaving your face. "Forget what?"

As if remembering who you were talking to, you snapped out of your wistful trance and waved your hand as if it was of no importance. "Nothing important."

You were well aware he did not believe you, but you were grateful nonetheless when he did not press the subject. Silence settled between you, and you refused to meet his piercing stare.

He was the first to break it. "I have noticed you watching me." He stated boldly, causing you to swallow heavily at his words. Why would he bring that up out of nowhere? Was he here to humiliate you? 

When you gave no response, he brought his hand to grab your chin lightly, tilting it up so you would look at him. And when you did, his eyes were clouded with an expression that had your gust twisting in most unwelcome ways. 

"I want to know why."

"I—uhm—" You stumbled over your words, unsure how to proceed with the turn of events. "Plenty of people watch you."

He gently shook his head from side to side. "Not in the way you do."

"What way is that?"

"Nothing that could be described with mere words." He replied. You were aware that his touch had not left your skin still, fingers holding onto your face to keep you in place. You sensed his body heat, his knee brushing against your own, and those small contacts had your senses overlapping with need.

"...And how could it be described then?" You asked, tentative, cautious. You were trudging on unfamiliar territory with him, unaware, and unknowing of his intentions. His stare upon you was heated, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips as if he could not decide where to look. He was close. Closer than you had imagined possible. 

You gulped, and he brought a hand to rest on your thigh, leaning further to crowd your personal space until there were inches left between you. "With touch." He whispered, breath fanning against your mouth as he spoke. The hand on your thigh was searing on your skin, evoking feelings deep in your gut that you had never felt so explicitly before. 

Desire. It was desire coiling in your stomach. 

"Touch?" You repeated but he did not give you a reply, only nudged your nose with his before brushing his lips against yours. You froze only for a moment, from shock, before you eagerly kissed him back, heart lurching in behind your ribcage, about to burst through your chest from the overwhelming sensation of his skin on yours. At last. 

You moved your lips against his, hand coiling around his neck to tug at his hair— hair you had been dreaming to run your hands through for as long as you could remember. His hand squeezed the flesh of your inner thigh and you whimpered against his mouth. 

When you pulled away for air, he licked his lips, as if savouring the taste of you on his tongue. He gazed into your darkened eyes before his lips curled upwards. "That is how you look at me."

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You were searching for him again.

But this time it was different. This time, you were perturbed. You felt ill at ease just thinking about what last night had meant for you. But that was not the main concern. What worried you, was the question of what last night meant for him. Did it mean anything at all? 

You shifted in your seat, nursing a goblet of water to hide your anxiety as you watched the doors to the Great Hall, waiting to see a glimpse of him. 

And when he finally appeared, with his posse trailing behind him, your body stiffened, and tension coiled around your body like a venomous snake ready to strike. 

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

You pleaded inwardly, hoping he would somehow sense your internal dilemma and ease your worries even with just a fleeting glance. You waited, eyes trained on him, unwavering. You had longed for him for too long to be kissed and discarded in such a manner. Surely your heart would not be able to handle the ache that would come with his disregard for that kiss. The kiss that had felt more. It had been intimate, passionate, everything and much more. 

And perhaps he heard your silent pleas, because the next instant, his eyes were locked onto yours and you watched with your breath caught in your throat as he smirked at you knowingly before looking away. He had caught you watching him in that manner again. And he was enjoying it. 

You would be his. You were going to make sure of that. You would do anything to be his girl. 

His. His. His. His.

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♛ THE STORMLANDS → present(s) LUCERYS DAEGON ESTERMONT , the LORD OF GREENSTONE / GUILDMASTER OF TRADE. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the GREENS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY-NINE year old MALE who was INTELLIGENT & INQUISITIVE before they saw the first of the flames, is now HESITANT & JUDGING after seeing the last. through the ash, now they struggle to find salt-crusted books filled with the lore of distant shores, sun-kissed parchment and ink-stained fingers, the unwanted whispers of families talking instead of the remnants of the war of succession. ( justice smith )

-lucerys has been a man stuck between two worlds his entire life. the world of being a stormlander and the world of being a valyrian kin. his mother having more valyrian ancestry has added more to his families standing as a proper valyrian family. while they may not have the white hair of others many, including luc share the purple flecked eyes of their ancestors. while being names with two great valyrian names, lucerys has always found that he introduces himself as luc. -within the island of estermont luc grew up amongst a horde of brothers and sisters. his father and mother having 7 children all together. and luc was the third born son amongst them all. which meant he never knew what his place was. he was not the heir, not even the spare. but something else. he himself never quite fit in amongst the soldiering type but instead found himself to be more and more the scholarly type. -when he finally became of age luc left to join the maesters. wanting to have a life of research and travel and discovery. he wanted to travel to braavos more, see his mother’s family more, learn new and exciting things. and for a long time he was happy to just do that. he couldn’t swing a sword but he could become a knight of the mind -he studied for a few years quickly moving from novice to an acolyte, earning his chains. each one he got felt like he was finally making a name for himself. proving to his father and family his worth. and with each chain he earned another letter was sent from his father letting him know how proud he was. -luc studied very hard to gain his chains in astrology, star navigation, history, trade, coin, and many others. however one subject he had reall focused on was valyrian mysteries. he wanted to know more about his ancestry and what it all meant. the coveted valyrian steel link was one of the last links to be earned -however before luc could take his final vows life seemed to have another plan for him. news first reached him of the death of his father and eldest brother. theywas killed during the battles of the stepstones, fighting on the front lines for their kingdom. it was said their ship alone took down dozens of his enemies before going down. he came home for the funeral and to help his brother with anything he might need to suddenly become a ruling lord. -he was preparing to head back to his studies when he was summoned by his new king. jae informed him that he was now needed at home in greenstone and that he could not complete his vows. he could not give up his house’s name, his lordship, his land. not at a time like this. not when they needed the valyrian’s together. he knew there was little choice to refuse his king and so he returned home and was given a new position by the king to oversea the building of trade in his kingdom. -luc now feels even more out of place suddenly back in the courts. he assumed he would get to spend his life studying his books not having to play nice with lords and ladies again. he feels very much out of practice and out of luck.

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-luc has the purple eyes of the valyrians, of his mother, but often they are missed due to the fact he wears glasses most of the time. -luc has known he is pansexual for a long long time. however there was never much of chance to explore that side of him on his home island, seeing that word spread like wildfire there. it wasn’t until he was able to travel on his own that he was able to explore that side of him. however he still seems to strike out with women and men alike. he is not what anyone would describe as suave -while he does not appear to be, luc is incredibly strong. his father wanted to ensure all of his sons and daughters knew how to properly sail a ship. he spent a lot of his youth on ships helping to rig sails and such. since then he has kept up his strength, however his baggier shirts tends to hide any proof of his work -luc has been putting a lot of money towards trying to find his sister who is missing. there is a large reward for her safe return home as well as anyone who can find her. he believes in his heart she is still alive

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[tcpdog]

     ♛ :  SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS.

❝ MACBETH :

the howl of wolves.   moonless nights.   dirt under fingernails.   stained silk.   chattering teeth.   voices hoarse and cracked.   rotting fruit.   echoing drums.   dry heaving.   hanging cobwebs.   stifling humidity.   bloodshot eyes.   the roughness of rusted steel.   wild rosebushes.   muscle cramps.   the sound of splintering wood.

❝ A MIDNIGHT SUMMER’S DREAM :

crackling fires.   ivy crawling on stone.   the faint music of running water.   dirty.   bare feet.    tattered clothing.   thistledown.   wilted wildflower crowns.   late evening birdsong.   curling leaves.   a symphony of croaking frogs.   drifting feathers.   the eerie sound of windchimes at night.   humming bees.   beds of clover.

❝ ROMEO & JULIET :

warm golden lamplight.   worn shoes.   crumbling brick walls.   whispered poetry.   embroidered satin.   cool, hazy mornings.   tousled hair.   rosewater.   flushed cheeks.   distant orchestras.   unfinished marble statues.   cobblestone streets.   loose threads.   ink smudged on parchment.   tapping fingers.   dust illuminated by sunlight.   poison vials.

❝ HAMLET :

shattered glass.   a cluster of fraying ribbons.   unanswered knocks on doors.   lingering dampness.   white noise.   inexplicable drafts.   migraines.   bleeding ears.   the taste of metal.   reflected mirrors.   dry, cracked lips.   the sound of tearing paper.   fogged windows.   memories of dreams.   tarnished silver.   protruding veins.

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1914 translation by H. Rackham

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Hi:) Could you do prompt #19 where reader gets very frustrated because they’re taking on too much (a lot of school work, pressure from family, and people acting mean/rude to them, then Tom tries to understand what shes going through by telling them to “let their anger out”?

His Comfort - Tom Riddle (1K celebration mini-shot)

warnings: none. just fluff.

A/N: did not proofread, so apologies for any mistakes. also, I'm posting this half drunk so bear with me..

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The library hummed with the sound of pages turning and little whispers of students as the exam period got closer and closer. Your back was hunched in the uncomfortable chair that you were sitting on, devouring bits and pieces of information from the textbook in front of you. Your fingers were aching from the pressure of the quill digging into them as you wrote continuously, and you were sure you could feel a little bump starting to form on your index and middle fingers.

You sighed as you flipped another page, and scribbled another note down on your almost full parchment, all while attempting tediously to hold your drooping eyes open. Exhaustion did not even come close to describing the state you were in. The state you had been in for the past month.

A timid call of your name brought you back to reality as you rose your head to see who had interrupted you.

"It is almost curfew time. You should head back and sleep. You have studied enough for today." Aaliyah nudged you gently, brushing back a few strands of hair behind your ear as she gazed at you worriedly.

"It is not nearly enough." You bit back in reply. "Why are you here?"

She rose her brow in disbelief at your curtness. "You are acting like a proper arse right now. What is up with you?"

You huffed, turning back to your book and avoiding the girl's eyes. "I am fine."

A moment passed where neither of you uttered a word.

"Is there anything else?" You glanced up at her expectantly, wishing she would leave you be.

Aaliyah stumbled over her words before she shook her head and reached into her robe pocket. "A letter arrived for you from your parents today when you missed the feast."

You took the letter from her and nodded. "Thanks. You may leave now, I need to concentrate."

She opened her mouth to speak again but you held up a hand and beat her to it. "Look, I appreciate the concern. I really do. But I cannot rest until I finish this."

"I understand. But self-destruction does not entail success." She muttered lowly before she departed, leaving you in solitude with your thoughts. Your eyes fell on the unopened letter on the desk, your name written upon it delicately by your parents. With a frown, you tore the letter in half and ignited it on fire.

What was the point in reading it if you already knew the contents inside? They had been writing the same thing in every single letter and you had enough of it. Their demands that you focus on your studies and not bring shame on their name had been echoing in your mind throughout your life like a constant reminder.

Your eyes drooped as you got back to your essay. Your fingers struggled to hold the quill and as a result of your loss of concentration and exhaustion, a drop of the ink landed right in the middle of the parchment.

A frustrated groan escaped your throat as you tightened your hand on your quill, causing it to snap in half from the pressure. "Fuck."

"Reparo." A low masculine voice sounded from your left. "Shall I give you detention for being out past curfew?"

Despite the circumstances, a small smile made its way onto your lips. "Tom." You said as you raised your head to look at him. His hair tumbled on his forehead in perfect waves, looking perfect even at that hour. His eyes were cast down to gaze at your not-so-perfect form with a disapproving gaze.

"You are over-exerting yourself."

"Says the Mr Perfect Student. You always skip meals to study. Why is it wrong when I do it?"

The lines on his forehead creased as he furrowed his brows. "I only skip when it is necessary. You, however, miss almost every meal. That is not wise."

"Tom, you know how my parents are."

"Yes. But most of all, I know how you are. And I am quite confident you can pass your exams without all this...carelessness."

"But they—" Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes as your thoughts kept drifting to your parents. Your hands balled up into fists as you attempted to keep your emotions at will.

Tom, the ever-observant wizard, noticed your frustration and with a small sigh sat in the chair next to yours. His palm rose to rest on your back. "Why do you bottle all this up? Talk to me."

You let out a humourless laugh. "I know you do not want that. I would not wish to lay my burdens out in the open for you when I know you do not—"

"Stop." He commanded, his tone harsh but low. "You are stupid if you think I do not have an ounce of care for you."

You had to look away from his piercing, yearnest gaze.

"Let your anger out. Do not let it build up and poison you."

"How? How do I unburden myself?"

"Piece by piece. Scream if you have to. Tear your parchments if it helps." He said before the corner of his lip quirked up. "Or my favourite one is to hex someone into oblivion."

The small laugh you emitted this time was a genuine one. Your smile remained on your face as you sensed his hand rubbing your back in a comforting manner. "Who knew the great Tom Riddle was so good at comforting people?" You teased him.

He huffed in response, his hand travelling to cup the space between your cheek and neck. "Do not get used to it. Or I might hex you as well."

"Oh, he has a sense of humour too!"

The smirk on his face shifted to form a genuine smile. "It is my most well-kept secret."

You put your own palm over the back of his hand that was still on your jaw and nuzzled your face into his warm skin. He leaned closer to rest his forehead against yours and you wished you could freeze the moment for eternity.

"Come. You must rest now." He whispered, the breath of his skin fanning your face. He brushed his lips against yours for a small moment and in his kiss, you felt warm.

"Tom?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

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