#Amidst the Chaos

[drcomttheo]

TOM RIDDLE x YN

summary: Tom brings you snacks. warnings: fluff words: 611 a/n: Excerpt from my story "Amidst the Chaos" Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨

You sat in bed. You had caught the flu and weren't having a good time. Your body was aching, but it soon relaxed as the door swung open fully, revealing Tom's arms laden with several bags.

Her glance drifted towards the bags. "What is this?!" You exclaimed, your eyebrows raised in amusement and curiosity.

"I understand that you aren't feeling too well, so I took the liberty of getting you your favorite snacks," Tom said as he approached your bed and emptied the bags of snacks on it.

You watched as the assortment of food descended onto your lap, a broad smile spreading over your face. "I can't possibly eat all of this, Tom," you said as you took a look at the food that he had brought you. 

"I understand, but I wanted to give you some choices, and I remembered how much you like Fudge Flies," Tom said, smiling as he watched you eagerly open the bag. "So I brought you a whole bunch of them."

Your smile widened, a feeling of happiness and nostalgia washing over you as you remembered the first time you had the pleasure of tasting Fudge Flies.

You and Tom had ventured into Hogsmeade to do a little shopping when you stopped at Honeydukes.

"Y/N, you have to try these," Tom exclaimed, presenting you with a bag of Fudge Flies.

You loved going to Hogsmeade with Tom; despite him wanting to pretend he hated everything, you knew deep down that he didn't, and he always gave you an assortment of gifts and treats, each one more exciting than the last, every time you went.

Your most treasured possession was a small clutch that he had bought back in his third year when he went away to Madrid for holidays. Every bead was thoughtfully placed, creating a stunningly beautiful piece.

Tom couldn't help but laugh as you enthusiastically opened the bag; his face lit up with a matching smile as you did so.

As you opened the bag, you gave a small gasp of surprise. Two flies suddenly emerged from the bag, appearing to be enchanted with magic.

Tom chuckled as she snatched one from the air and popped it into her mouth, relishing the flavor as she chewed on it. 

"They're spellbound!" You exclaimed, practically buzzing with excitement, as you reached your hand inside the bag and produced another fly, popping it into your mouth.

The enticing scent of chocolate engulfed your senses as you cherished the fudge that was melting in your mouth.

As you savor the delectable taste of the chocolate, you can't help but smile, completely immersed in the memory that was playing in your head. You couldn't help but think back on the innumerable times you and Tom shared.

"How did you know these were exactly what I needed?" You asked, your voice filled with warmth and a hint of curiosity. 

"Because you've been stuck in your dorm for days, and I know you inside out and I also know how to take care of you," Tom replied, as if the answer were obvious, settling himself on the bed beside you.

You found herself smiling at him, feeling better and more at ease than you had in days. Your eyes drifted back to the array of sweets in front of you, and your face lit up as you spotted several packages of peppermint chocolate toads and Exploding Bonbons.

Tom had brought you a collection of all your favorite things. 

"You can't even eat peppermint," you said, grabbing a carton of the peppermint frogs. 

"I know," Tom said, "that's why they're for you and not me."

You laughed slightly as she opened the box, popping two into your mouth, letting the flavors envelop your taste buds.

[auroras-and-sad-proze]

Miss Simone

Sara Bareilles

we were stars of some old classic film with Miss Simone singing, “pour some sugar in my bowl”

[musicalelo]

Surrender's just a word 'til you try it out And see how hard it is to hurt with someone else around I'm the worst I've ever been, afraid of almost everything The skies are clear, but storms are always comin'

Someone Who Loves Me - Sara Bareilles

[looselipssinkships-x]

i wanted to be your girl in a white t-shirt, over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon while you read me poetry by dead men. i wanted to be your girl, with your hands on my skin, stirring in the cinnamon, while you read me poetry by dead men

[writer-wren]

amidst the chaos excerpt #4

“I’m fine.” She’s sure her smile looks freakish. “I mean, I have such a good life. How can I complain?”

“You can complain,” Harry says gently.

Not to you, she thinks. Not to anyone in this town. All it would take is one whispered confession for the whole town to know her deepest flaws and insecurities.

He looks at her with sad, guilty eyes. She can’t imagine what for; it isn’t as if Harry chose this existence for her, confined her to this town and its ideas on what a mother is. What a woman is.

[starloftspittsburgh]

Not all of us have a green thumb, but we can still love a good plant tip! National Houseplant Appreciation Day is here, so let’s help our leafy friends thrive. 🌱

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Pro tip: Rotate plants weekly for even sunlight and wipe those leaves clean. What’s your favorite houseplant? Share it in the comments! #HouseplantDay #GreenThumbGoals Houseplant Short Story: The sunbeams danced across the dusty windowpane, illuminating a forgotten corner of the room. Nestled amongst forgotten trinkets and half-finished projects sat a forlorn fiddle leaf fig. Its once vibrant…

[two-birds-alone-together]

Announcement: Amidst The Chaos

Unfortunately, Amidst the Chaos is on temporary hiatus. The finale will return in February.

[headlesssamurai]

[epiaphany]

when your boyfriendbestfriendlover comes to the rescue

[aventurineswife]

Hihiii !!

may i request a Phainon x reader where as hes using his ult form whilst in battle, the reader gets injured (it can be anything !! like a broken ankle or they sprained their wrist handling their weapon) and Phainon insists on carrying them either still in battle even still in his ult form or after he finished obliterating the opponents that caused the injury in the first place? I dunno, but surprise me ! !(^o^)!

Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write it, and take care of yourself!!! 🫶

A Sovereign’s Vow

Summary: During a fierce battle in the Okhema Wastes, you suffer a sudden injury that leaves you vulnerable on the battlefield. As chaos erupts around you, Phainon unleashes his ultimate form—Demiurge—becoming a celestial embodiment of light and shadow. After obliterating the enemies responsible, he finds you and insists on carrying you to safety, revealing the quiet, unwavering depth of his devotion beneath his godlike power. Between divinity and vulnerability, a bond between you shines through.

Tags: Phainon x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Battle Scene, Injured Reader, Protective Phainon, Demiurge/Ult Form, Soft!Phainon, Carrying Scene, Divine Imagery, Mutual Care, Romantic Tension, Fluff Amidst Chaos.

Warnings: Battle violence (non-graphic but intense atmosphere), Injury (sprained/broken ankle, mild pain described), Supernatural combat themes, Mild language, Emotional intensity / power imbalance themes.

A/N: HE'S BARELY OUT Y'ALL!!! 😭🙏

The air cracked with celestial energy.

Swords clashed with shadow as Phainon's Demiurge form illuminated the battlefield. One half of him burned like the heart of a star—golden and searing—while the other whispered with the void, wings of shadow curling like smoke around his form. Every movement he made carved silence into the chaos, obliterating the Titanspawn that had broken through the city walls.

And then you screamed.

You hadn't meant to—gods, you never wanted to be a distraction—but the wrong pivot, the weight of your blade, and a cruelly placed fragment of rubble wrenched your ankle at a sickening angle. You hit the ground hard, dust clouding your vision, fingers scrabbling at the uneven stone. Pain radiated up your leg, white-hot and pulsing.

Your weapon skittered a few feet away. Useless.

But they were coming. The ones who had flanked you—the Strife-bound, writhing with corrupted energy—were closing in, their snarls a cruel melody above the thunder of war.

And then everything stopped.

A wave of divine pressure swept the field. The enemies froze—not from fear, but from raw, oppressive awe.

Phainon landed between you and them in a shock of light and shadow, the impact fracturing the ground in a radiant burst. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to.

The next instant was a blur of annihilation.

Golden strikes that flared like sunfire tore through flesh and metal, while sweeping arcs of indigo carved silence where once stood fury. He moved like a deity who had forgotten mercy—a perfect storm of power and purpose.

And then, only the wind remained.

You winced, trying to rise.

“Don’t,” came his voice—ethereal and layered now, like it echoed from both heavens and abyss.

You blinked up through the dust. Phainon stood before you in his Demiurge form, radiant and terrifying. Yet when his eyes met yours, they softened. Still piercing, but grounding. Still divine, but real.

“I told you not to push yourself alone,” he murmured, kneeling.

“I—I didn’t mean to—” you stammered, guilt washing over you.

He silenced you with a look. “You’re hurt. That’s all that matters right now.”

You tried again to stand, but he reached out—carefully, reverently—and scooped you into his arms. Even in this form, his touch was gentle, warm where the golden armor brushed your skin, cool and comforting where the indigo embraced you like dusk.

“You’re still glowing,” you said softly, half-laughing through the pain. “You’re going to blind me.”

“And yet, you still manage to tease me.”

You rested your head against his shoulder as he rose into the sky, wings of shadow fanning out, the halo above him casting ripples across the clouds. His long coattails flowed like a royal banner, divine and defiant.

“You came for me,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut.

“I always will,” he replied, voice a harmony of solemn vow and unspoken ache. “Even if I have to burn the stars and shadow the sun.”

As he carried you beyond the broken field, his power receded slowly—but he never let you go.

Not through the pain.

Not through the silence.

Not even when the battle ended.

[drcomttheo]

SLYTHERIN BOYS x YN

summary: You come back to Hogwarts after a year warnings: established relationships, angst words: 684 a/n: Excerpt from my fic "Amidst the Chaos" Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

"Hey idiots," I said, standing in front of my old friends. "Holy shit! Y/L/N?" Theodore Nott exclaimed, immediately springing to his feet and making his way towards me.

I was so happy, and my eyes sparkled as Theo's gaze traveled over me. "Damn girl/boy, you got hotter," he complimented cheekily, adding, "Is that even possible?" causing me to playfully nudge his shoulder and giggle slightly.

"Thank you." I said with a soft smile, "You haven't changed a bit," I added, my voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration.

We both laughed as I surveyed the table, my eyes landing on one individual whose expression seemed to contrast with the joyous atmosphere.

"Hey, Malfoy," I said with a cheerful voice.

His eyes locked onto me, sending a slight shock through my body; his voice sounded barely a whisper, "Y/l/n."

I glanced and turned towards Blaise. "What's up with him?"

"Don't worry about it, mate; he's been like that to everyone recently," Blaise reassured me as he gently guided me towards the table, urging me to take a seat beside him and Theo.

I sat down and couldn't keep a smile off of my face. I was so happy to be back with my friends, so I spent the next couple of minutes talking and catching up.

The Slytherin boys, of course, had a lot of questions for me, like where I had been and why I was back. I tried my best to answer.

The first years got sorted, and Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, on top of having Miss Hesper return to finish her education. I would like to introduce another new student. I need all to treat him as a normal person. He is our friend after all; welcome, Mattheo Riddle."

As Dumbledore said, a tall, brooding boy with tossing curly brown hair walked into the great hall from the side entrance.

His beauty surprised me a little bit, but I made an effort not to show any interest.

"Riddle as in...?" I asked, not being able to finish my sentence.

"Tom Riddle, Voldemort, that's his son," a random Slytherin said.

"Oh wow, he's a bit hot," Pansy said, and I nodded in agreement, and we both laughed. "Well, I heard he's a psychopath," Draco said coldly.

Draco had never listened to drama before or even cared what anyone had to say, so I was a bit taken aback.

"Since when do you care what other people say?" I ask him, and he simply just rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

THE NEXT DAY

You settled into the seat next to him for charms class, your eyes filled with curiosity as you introduced yourself, a smile forming on your mouth.

"You must be Mattheo Riddle. I'm (YOUR FULL NAME); you can call me Y/N," you said, your voice pleasant as you extended your hand toward him for him to shake.

He shot you a disdainful glance before redirecting his focus ahead.

You couldn't help but let out a small scoff. "It's inevitable that we'll have a conversation at some point, don't you think?" you stated.

Mattheo let out a frustrated sigh before shifting his gaze towards yours, his eyes carefully scanning your figure before locking back onto you. "You can call me Mattheo," he said coldly.

You couldn't help but smile as you felt accomplished.

You tossed your parchment and quill onto the desk as you directed your attention forward.

The lesson seemed to drag on for an interminable amount of time.

It was not that the lecture was boring; rather, it was that Professor Flitwick had a propensity to veer off into a tangent.

Professor Flitwick continued his lecture, and you couldn't resist joining in on Mattheo's lighthearted banter throughout the class. You would go back and forth as you tried to take down a few notes here and there, but you would often find yourselves receiving reprimands every few minutes for their excessive talking or their lack of attention to the situation.

For some reason, it seemed to really set Draco off.

You couldn't help but wonder if his behavior stemmed from jealousy towards Mattheo, although you found the idea quite absurd given that their relationship was purely platonic, or so you thought.

[chinzhilla]

I'll do everything to show you that, no matter what happens, we're going to be fine too.

[musicalelo]

Baptized by truth, we will reap what we sow Build our own higher ground when the rain's coming down This is worth it to me, Saint Honesty

Saint Honesty - Sara Bareilles

[pianokantzart]

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[writer-wren]

amidst the chaos excerpt #3

Part of her is still reeling over Remus’ sudden reappearance. She’s surprised to see him return, yes, but even more surprised at how much she can’t stop thinking about it. At the kids’ swim lessons, in line at the drugstore, watering the garden, there’s Remus, taking up brainspace. It would concern her if it was anything more than shock at the abrupt change and excitement for Remus to be Rose’s teacher. But it isn’t, so it doesn’t.