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[riddleswhcre]

────۶ৎ the red thread of fate

a Tom Riddle soulmate AU

“fate is nothing but an illusion. and i will not be controlled by it.”

soulmate bond: an invisible red thread connects soulmates, only visible under candlelight on valentine’s night.

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the slytherin common room is hosting some ridiculous valentine’s event, where the enchanted candles are supposed to reveal who you’re “destined” to be with. tom riddle doesn’t believe in destiny. he doesn’t believe in anything he can’t control.

and yet—

when the flames flicker to life, a thin red thread appears, curling tightly around his pinky.

trailing straight to you.

his most infuriating rival. his equal. the one person who dares to challenge him.

he doesn’t move. doesn’t breathe. it has to be a mistake.

but when he tugs the thread—

you feel it.

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do you fight fate? or do you let the thread pull you in?

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

fic will be posted on Valentine's Day (14th) thank you for reading. reblogs & feedback appreciated.

[riddleswhcre]

────۶ৎ grimreaper!tom

the grim reaper doesn’t just take souls. he claims them. a dark, lust-filled Tom Riddle where obsession meets damnation. are you ready to give him your soul?

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he appears the moment you offer your soul. the air gets cold, and the almost imperceptible glow of the candles in the room goes out, as if the light is being suffocated. his presence feels suffocating, feeling as if death is hovering close, its cloak against one’s skin. he comes out of the shadows as if he has been created by them, his face achingly beautiful but cruel. a grin that promises ruin pulls at his lips.

“you called for me,” he says, his voice as silky and dangerous as a blade.  

without thinking you drop to your knees, your heart pounding against your ribs. “please. i beg, take my soul, just save him. i’ll give you anything.”  

“anything?” he laughs, crouching in front of you, his shadow brushing against your trembling form like a lover’s caress. “oh, little mortal. you don’t even understand what you’re offering.”  

but it’s not a request. it’s a claim 

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death wears a face of cruel beauty. his voice is silk spun with venom, his touch colder than the grave. but he doesn’t just claim souls—he claims you. and when the grim reaper himself obsesses over what’s his, there’s no escaping. not his shadows. not his desire. not him.

you gave him your soul to save the one you love. but now, you realise the truth… you didn’t make a deal with death. you made a deal with the devil.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

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