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Orange is the last of us
A tlou fic based on orange is the new black
Summary: you are going to prison and youâre new cellmate is abby anderson
Tags: MDNI 18+, prison AU, femme reader, y/n, smut, making out, fingering, oral, dom!abby, angst
Word count: 2,368
Divider @cafekitsune
You never thought in a million years you'd be naked in a cold, lifeless room, squatting and coughing for a police officer. But you guess there's a first for everything right? After you're done humiliating yourself you get dressed in stiff linen scrubs, walk through the metal detector with your belongings the officer gave you, and prepare yourself for your new life for the next 15 months.
ây/n this is where youâre assigned.â the officer says sternly
You look into the cell and no one is there. At least you'll get some alone time to compose yourself before your cell mate comes back. In the meantime you make your bed and get yourself comfortable. All of a sudden you feel a presence standing behind you. You whip around andâŚ
ây/n? Holy shit I can't believe it's you.â
You know that voice and it sends chills down your spine. Abby. Fucking. Anderson. The person who got you into this mess in the first place.
âI don't even wanna look at you right nowâ
In the back of your mind you were actually relieved she was here. That you knew someone in this shit hole and that you weren't completely alone.
âOh come on you didn't miss me just a little bit?â she says smugly
You turn around and she's standing in the doorway. She's still as beautiful as the day you met but you don't know if you'll ever forgive her for getting you tied up in the drug smuggling business. She still wears the glasses you helped her pick out all those years ago.
âOk fine maybe a littleâ
She walks over to sit next to you on your bed and your hands almost touch. There is still some electricity there even if you deny it.
âSo they finally caught up to yeah huh?â
âYeah thanks to youâ
âWhat does that mean?â
âIf it wasn't for you getting me caught up in the drug business shit I wouldn't even be here in the first place.â
âOh please, I didn't force you to do shit. You could've left whenever you wanted. I didn't make you stay.â
She's not entirely wrong but it does sting a bit. She gives you the rundown about how things work so you're not completely clueless. You only pick up on bits and pieces because you can't stop staring at her piercing blue eyes and the way her top lip curls a bit when she talks. You hate that you find that cute.
âLights out ladiesâ the guard yells
The next day you're in the cafeteria. You had to work electrical in the morning and it feels good to sit for a bit.
âHey hot stuff looking lonelyâ abby says jokingly
âShut upâ you roll your eyes. A smile creeps at the corner of your mouth.
She sits across from you while eating her lunch
âSo how's your first day so far?â
âExhausting but I guess the routine is good for me. And I at least know one person in here so it makes it less scary.â
âOh really? Who? Have I met them?â Abby says sarcastically
âWow jail made you an ass huh?â
âYeah.â she sighs
You catch a wave of sadness go over her face for a split second but it disappears as quickly as you catched it.
âWhat does the rest of your day look like?â she asks
âWell I got a couple more hours of work and then I'm free why?â
âI wanna catch up some more, is that a crime?â
âI mean you're in jail right? Was that the crime they got you for? And not smuggling drugs?â
âNow you're being the assâ abby laughs
After work you meet Abby in the chapel like you planned at lunch. Why would she wanna meet in the chapel if none of us are religious? When you walk in, Abby is sitting on the stage waiting for you. The light from the stained glass window behind her illuminates her in an array of colors that accentuate her beauty. She looks the same as the day you met, just a little older.
âWhy did you wanna meet in the chapel?â you asked your arms folded across your chest
âBecause it's quiet and people usually don't come in here when there's no service.â
Abby pulls you up onto the stage with her muscular arms and her sandy braid falls in front of her face. As she does so you think am I holding this grudge for nothing? Or is Abby only being nice to me to make up for the shit she's done? Either way I don't think I can realistically hold this grudge for the 15 months I'm in here so might as well just play nice with her. It's nice to have someone by my side in this hell hole.
Abby presses a button on her portable radio attached to her hip and it starts playing love somebody by maroon 5.
âGod, radio has gone to shitâ Abby says and you both laugh
âSo how long have you been in here?â
â3 years.â you see a heaviness blanket over her
âDo you know when you're getting out?â
âI think in like 2 years? After the second year here you kinda stop keeping count. It gets depressing.â
You don't egg her on anymore about this. At least she'll be here for the duration of your stay. You sit in silence for a while until Abby breaks it.
âI'm sorry for ratting you out, at the trial. I thought maybe they'd shorten my sentence if I did so. I feel so shitty about it.â
âI'm not gonna lie, I'm still pissed at you for that. But you're lucky I only got 15 months and that I'm not the one to hold grudges.â
She's staring at you with wetness in her eyes. You stare back and you realise she really does feel bad. You thought she was only apologising to make peace. She's sitting closer to you now and she still smells the same. How she still smells like her pine soap in prison is confusing but she must trade for it on the down low. Her smell brings on a wave of nostalgia and comfort and you feel her soft lips against yours. You grab her hair and deepen the kiss and feel her tear drop roll down your cheek. It brings you back to ten years ago. The kiss is now frenzied and hungry. You need her like you need oxygen but Abby breaks the kiss.
âFollow me.â she whispers in your ear. Sending a shiver down your spine.
She leads you under the wide podium just behind you for cover.
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She rips off your shirt and dingy sports bra and cups your breast in her hand. She places kisses all down your neck and jaw.
âFuck I missed youâ she whispers
And a part of you missed her too.
She moves her hand from your breast and cups your cunt outside of your pants. You tilt your head back and stifle your moans. She rubs your clit on the outside of your pants with the heel of her palm. You're already so wet.
âAbby please fuck me.â
âYou're begging me?â her voice like velvet
âYeahâ you moan breathly
She kisses you deeply and trails kisses all the way down to your happy trail. She shimmies your pants off.
âWow you're already so wet for me baby.â
You bite your lip to quiet your moans.
Abby takes two fingers and teases your entrance. She slides one finger in and you squirm at her touch. Then the second finger enters you and you moan. Loud. Abby cups her other hand around your mouth to shut you up so you don't get caught. Abby moves her fingers in a âcome hereâ motion slowly at first. You can feel the pressure build inside you as she goes faster. And faster. She stops and moves her head between your legs.
âYou gotta promise me you'll be quiet because I can't reach from down here. One peep and I'm stopping.â
You nod your head and hers dip between your legs. She takes her nose and rubs it across your clit with ease. While her tongue ghosts your vagina, you feel your wetness drip down her face and it turns you on even more.
âAbby I- fuck, I- need you inside meâ
âHow do you ask?â
âPlease abbyâ you beg
âAtta girlâ
She takes her fingers again and enters you while she sucks your clit. You're biting your bottom lip so hard it might be bleeding but you don't care. You grab a handful of her braided hair and it's still as soft as you remember.
âAbby im- im gonnaâ you moan before you can finish the sentence and you feel your walls tighten around her girthy fingers. Abby laps you up and comes up for a kiss making you taste yourself. Then she kisses your cheek.
âAs good as I remember itâ Abby kisses you again cupping your face in her hands.
You get dressed and get ready to go to dinner.
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A couple weeks go by and you're really settling into your routine. Prison sucks but it sucks a little less with Abby. You guys are hanging out like no time has passed at all. And even though you're in prison, youâre happy. You didn't realise you weren't happy with your current fiance and he's gonna be pissed that Abby is in here with you. But right now you don't care. You just worry about surviving in here and if Abby by my side means I'll live to see another day then so be it. Sex is just a bonus.
Today though, Abby seemed to be acting a little weird. She was quiet all day and that's not like her. You asked her all day if something was wrong and she would just shrug her shoulders or not look you in the eyes. You let it go because you didnt wanna pester her too much.
Later on that night when it was lights out you finally got your answer.
âThey're letting me out early for good behavior.â
You shoot up out of bed and look at her in disbelief. She got you in here in the first place and now she gets to leave early? A part of you resents her for that.
âWhat the fuck? Why didn't you tell me this? Is this why you were acting weird today?â you say this a little too loud and a girl from a couple bunks over tells you to shut the fuck up.
âI didnât wanna tell you cause I knew you'd flip your shitâ
âWhat, so you were just gonna leave me and not tell me? You think I wouldnt notice that my bunk mate / girlfriend was fucking missing?â
The silence is deafening
âWhen are you getting out?â you say defeated
âTomorrow morning.â she says shyly avoiding eye contact
âTOMORROW MORNING?!?!â I yell
âWill you shut the fuck up already?â the same woman yelled
âYou waited till the last fucking second to tell me youâre leaving?â
âIsn't that what you did to me? When I wanted you to come to my mothers funeral you didn't come with me. Instead you left. Broke up with me and left me in a city I barely even knew.â
âIs this like your payback or something? Putting me in this fucking place wasnt enough pay off? Well congrats Abby you win. You win the petty off.â
You sit on the edge of your bed with your head hung between your legs. Now that you think about it, it was a dick move to break up with her while her mother just passed away. You don't know why you did it. Maybe a part of you thought she was lying so you would stay with her? You don't know. But you feel like a piece of shit now.
âI'm sorry I left when I did. You needed me to be there for you when your mom passed and instead I was a dick and broke up with you. Nothing will ever make up for that and you have every right to be mad at me. I deserve it.â
âI'm sorry I didn't tell you I was getting out.â
âPromise you'll still visit or at least write to me?â you lay on your back as a tear rolls down your face
âI promiseâ abby says flatly
You don't know when but you fell asleep and when you woke up there was a note by your pillow. The bed next to you stripped and empty. You open the note that reads
y/n,
I'm sorry again for not telling you about my release date. The weeks I spent with you were the best weeks of my life in this fucking pit and those are the days I wanna look back on. I'll miss hearing your laugh from down the hall and the way your tongue sticks out when you concentrate when we play jenga. I hope when you get out you'll find me and we can play jenga on the couch and have sex in an actual bed again and not on the chapel floor. I'll write to you as much as I can but I don't think I can visit. I'm afraid if I come back that my release was all a dream and they'll put me back in (which is stupid but it's still a fear of mine). I love you and I never stopped loving you to be honest. Even though you broke my heart.
Talk to you soon,
Abby xoxo
You feel a heaviness on your chest and your eyes begin to sting. You hold the note to your chest while you cry and then tuck the note away under your pillow, wipe away the tears, and start your daily routine.
Pt 2
#abby anderson fanfic#abby smut#abby anderson#abby the last of us#abby x fem!reader#abby anderson smut#abby x y/n#dom!abby#prision au#orange is the new black#orange is the new black au#tlou smut#the last of us
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@that-one-loz-nerd HELL YEA SHE'S A RITO!!! Here's a peek for u <3
#loz au#Hyrule Warriors#cia#rito#Cia (Kheprriverse)#kheprriart#was contemplating reblogging the previous post and just making a new one and decided a new one would make more sense#top img has a link to the previous post tho#some notes:#- cia and lana are both gonna be based on lammergeiers coz i think theyre cool and very fitting#- her 'ears' arent ears. theyre just feathered tufts to mimic cia's silly hat#- I was gonna have her feathers be redish-orange that's associated with lammergeiers but i saw a full black and white one and was entranced#- still working on her leg markings which is why I'm not showing the full ref yet#also funny how some of cia's accessories are perfect for botw/totk ritos..
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cicero fryman (hl: google translate) stimboard ! (for me ^_^ )
black mesa / armor / goggles
awful slime / đŹ / school fight
gas mask / hand stim / research facility
#gin stim#welcome to the new hyperfixation gin stim nation#art in the middle by meee > <#stimboard#stim gif#cicero fryman#half life google translate#freemanverse#half life au#blue stim#orange stim#black stim#grey stim#gray stim#anti stim#cursed stim#cw fast gif#tw fast gif#cw violence#tw violence#body stim#technology stim#clothing stim
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i donât think we should be making prison aus of things
#when the soul crushing racist carceral system is a FUN PLOT DEVICE FOR YOUR BLORBO!#fuck off man#Yes this is because i saw someone posting a south park prison au#and tagging it as orange is the new black#fuck off!
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babyface y la bruja
#PLEASW PLEASE IVE GOT LIKE A WHOLE FIC IN MIND BUT I NEED TO WATCH MORE FIGHTS#babyface y la bruja#boxer au#mi arte#gloria mendoza#maria ruiz#gloria x maria#ruizdoza#art#oitnb#orange is the new black
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another carol edit w/ my favorite song ever đŤś
edited by moi <3
care bear đť
#carol denning x reader#social media au#nika muhl#bridgeron imagine#draco malfoy x sister#bellatrix lestrange daughter#carol denning imagine#carol#carol denning#denning sisters#oitnb fanfic#oitnb#oitnbedit#orange is the new black#wlw meemaw#wlw post#big ass head
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#fexi#I was inspired by the orange is the new black episode#fezco#lexi howard#fexi fic#my fics#fexi nation#fexi au#fexi fandom#fexi forever#fexi hive#fezco x lexi#fexi brainrot#fexi euphoria#fexi ao3
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#submission#orange is the new black but it''s this tag#but we should have more video store au fics!!!!#never seen one but i kinda wanna now#thank you for submitting!!
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Open starter: OITNB Emma starter đ§Ąđ¤
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're stuck in here too?!" Emma said in surprise of seeing her companion.
#emmasaviorswan#ouat roleplay#emma swan#ouat#open starter#oitnb au#orange is the new black#emma arrested au#bring on the sass
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Idk why but in a modern au, I can see either Shinobu or Mitsuri enjoying orange is the new black
#demon slayer#oitnb#orange is the new black#mitsuri kanroji#shinobu kocho#demon slayer modern au#demon slayer headcanons
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Misty Quigley alert
#What is Misty if not a 'Lorna minus racism plus ritualistic cannibalism as a detective' AU?#orange is the new black
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Orange is the last of us pt 2
Tlou fic based on oitnb
Summary: after abby got released from prison your resentment builds
Tags: prison au, femme reader, y/n, angst
Word count: 1702
Pt 1:
Divider @cafekitsune
Weeks and weeks go by and the letters keep coming in from abby. You can't bring yourself to read them. Maybe you do hold grudges after all. When you look at the envelopes all you can think is she got to walk free and you're still stuck in this piece of shit with stale air that lingers and agony oozing from the walls. It's not fair but that's life. You wouldn't wish her to come back to the personification of hell though. You wouldn't wish prison on your worst enemy. A part of you wants to read the letters she sends though. Gross curiosity about how she's doing. They taunt you.
ây/n mails hereâ a guard hands you an envelope and it's another letter from abby. This time instead of shoving it in the endless pile in your cabinet you bring it to the cafeteria at dinner to ask Ellie about it. They have history too and maybe she'll give you some advice.
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âIf i can guess what the letter says it probably says *speaking in deep voice* hey babe miss you now lemme eat your pussyâ ellie makes a v with her fingers and brings it to her mouth to make a crude gesture
âIâm fucking serious ellie. I don't know what to do. I want to know if shes ok but i also dont give a fuck.â you groan
âWell which feeling is stronger? Your love or your resentment?â
And with that question you knew what you had to do
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Later that night you end up reading the letter she sent. You take a deep breath to settle your nerves. Your hands are shaking as you take the letter out from the envelope.
Dear y/n,
You probably aren't opening these or if you are, i'm sure you don't really want to hear what i have to say. I doubt if th tables were turned that i would be reading this, but on the off chance that you are still reading, i want to try and explain myself which is difficult in a letter and would be so much easier face to face (even though im terrified that theyll lock me up if i step foot in there) i know that the situation in chicago seems fucked, but i promise i was protecting you.
There was a lot going on that I wasn't able to talk to you about and if I had had even a moment alone with you before the trial, I swear I would have been completely open and honest.
The last thing I want after everything we have been through is for you to feel lied to, or used in any way y/n, i promise.
I love you,
Abby xoxo
You sit there with your mouth agape.She wants to meet in person? What else can she even say? The next morning you ask your counsellor to add Abby to your visitors list. You wanna hear what she has to say. But you also miss having her in the same room as you. You miss sneaking touches under the table and kisses at night. You even miss your mundane conversations. She has a way of making you soft.
Couple days later you call Abby to arrange a Sunday for her to come up and see you. You're nervous but also excited to see her again.
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That sunday you walk into the visitation room and there she is, sitting at the middle table and she catches your eye. You see a sparkle that wasn't there before and you're happy for her as much as you don't want to be. You give her a quick hug (which got you yelled at) and you sit across from her. Shes wearing that grey sweater that makes her muscles look so fucking good. It's your favorite sweater she owns.
âThis is totally weird but, i'm in the wrong outfitâ
âI like your sweater.â you reach out to touch her buff arms to just feel that she's real
âIts softâŚlike your resolve when you're offered a plea dealâ you snided
âIt came down at the very last minute, y/n. Abby sighed âAnd they promised me it would put Kubo away for good.â
âBut it made me a perjurer and you a free woman.â
âI thought you were gonna tell the truth!â abby yelled
âAnd I thought you were gonna lie!â you yelled back
âWhat are we in a fucking novel or something?â Abby said this made you both chuckle.
âIt's good to see your faceâ
You shake your head âI don't know what to say.â
âYou have every right to be angry.â abby sits back in her chair and crosses her arms
âI don't know if I'm angry. I'm confusedâŚby you.â
Abby chuckles âI'm confused by me, too. I'm pretty much the master of handling things completely wrong.â
âWell that's an understatementâ you say flatly
âIm a fuck-up. And now i get to be a fuck-up in a shithole apartment in Queens. Too afraid to even open my curtains.â abby looks around the room and whispers
âI sleep with a gun.â
âYou what?! Abby , what the hell? You're on probation.â
âThere is a van parked outside my apartment everyday. He's trying to scare me. I wanna go out there with a baseball bat and smash the fucking windows in.â abby looks scared and defeated
âI should honestly start dealing againâ
You look at her in disbelief
âFind a bigger, tougher new kingpin who can beat up my old kingpinâ
âThat's not funnyâ you say worryingly
âIt's not a joke. What am I qualified to do? Huh? I haveâŚI have no job. I'm scared shitless to leave my apartment. I got so used to sleeping with the lights on that I'm freaked out by the dark. My probation officer, Robert Hill, is a fucking joke. Bobby fucking Hill is my probation officer.â you guys both laugh
âKing of the hill?â
âKing of sitting on his fat fucking ass eating Little Debbies, hoping to bust me for some stupid infraction.â abby sighs and looks down at the table
âYou'd think that part of his job would be to protect his probbies, you know?...Nobody gives a shit about ex-cons.â abby said defeated
âWhat are you gonna do?â
Abby sighs and presses her lips together âi'm skipping townâ
âYou can'tâ
âI don't have a choice. These people know where I live. That's why I wanted to see you. When I go, I can't come back. I have to disappear.â
You feel a sting hit the back of your eyes and everything sounds muffled.
âYou- you can't leave me.â you say desperately
ây/n, i'm in danger i have no choiceâ
âBut i dont have anyone leftâŚâ
We stare at each other, wishing it didn't have to be this way.
âI'm sorry y/n. I'm sorry for all of it. I know my track record id shitâŚbut I really do love you.â
âYeah well, I hate you.â
âNo, you don't.â
You look down at the table to hide your tears ``no⌠no i don't.â
âVisiting hours are over!â a guard yells and when you get up to leave you look at her one last time because you might never be able to again.
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For the rest of the day you worry for abby. She can't be serious right? Skipping town is not the best idea but is it the only way to keep her away from Kubo and his minions? You have an idea to keep Abby from danger but it involves calling your ex fiance who slept with your best friend. He could have slept with anyone but he chose your best friend. Asshole. But he owes you at least this favor to make up for it. You would've said you were even and let it go if he didnt sleep with your best friend.
âHey y/nâ Barry picks up the phone
âHey are you alone right now?â
âNo im with holly and you're on speaker phoneâ holly says hi
âUgh great, I need a favour.â
âDepends on what it isâ
âI need you to call abby's parole officer and tell him shes breaking her paroleâ
âWhy would I do that?â
âI giving you a chance to fuck over someone you hate.â
There's silence on the other end
âFine if you won't do it holly will you?â
âSure whats the name of her parole officerâ
âRobert Hill. He works for the DOC in Queens.â
You hang up the phone cause you really dont wanna be talking to them longer than you have to. At least the plan is in motion. It might seem a little selfish and you feel a tinge of guilt but with this plan at least you know she'll be safe. You can't let her skip town, start dealing again, or have Kubo find her. So you decide to be selfish. You wish it didn't come down to this. No one deserves to be in this cease pool, especially abby. You'll be taking this to your grave.
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You're working outside today setting up for a mothers day event and the sunshine feels good on your face. The closest to freedom you have.
âYour little girlfriend is backâ ellie says to me teasing
âWha- what do you mean?â
âYeah I saw her walking to her bunk from the intake. She looks beat upâ
âI-I gotta go see her!â you start to walk away
âInmate, get back here! You can't leave during work!â a guard yells and I slowly walk back with my hands up in surrender.
âYou'll see her around. It's not like she's going anywhere.â ellie said
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After work you go back to your bunk and see that the bed is finally occupied. Could this be Abby's stuff? That has to be a coincidence right? Many girls get processed through here everyday. What are the odds this is her stuff?
âWe gotta stop meeting like thisâ a voice behind you says.
It's Abby. Fucking. Anderson.
#abby x reader#abby anderson#abby anderson fanfic#abby tlou#abby x y/n#abby x fem!reader#prison au#fanfic#orange is the new black au#fanfiction#abby fanfiction#tlou fic#abby the last of us#the last of us fanfiction#angst#part 2
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Something from Prodigy thatâs not in the story moments donât really line up like what itâs based on
Klunk: (thinking) Attila is so sad all the time, and Draxumâs mean and hurts him! Please someone send him an Angel! The nicest Angel you have
Leo: (swings his sword and cuts Warren in half)
Warren: (two halves fall)
Raph: OHHH WHAT DID YOU DO?!
Leo: He was on my head I panicked
Raph: Leo he is in Two pieces!!
Donnie: Donât worry I know how to dispose of a body! we simply need to cut him up into four more pieces. Find six gardens across New York make six one foot holes and bury each part in them!
Leo: Why do you know thatďżź?! đŹ
#rottmnt#prodigy#save rise of the tmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise michelangelo#rottmnt separated au#prodigy propaganda#rise leo#rise mikey#rise raph#rise donnie#riseklunk#Donnie may have watched Orange is the New black maybe not Iâll let you decide
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Hi bunny I was wondering if I could get a Boston cream pie with coffee and mocha coffee with dark!lando maybe? Thank youuu
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boston cream pie ("yeah, i'll use protection.") + coffee (rivals au) + mocha coffee (breeding kink) served by lando norris (formula one)!!
cw: smut/pwp, dark-ish fic, dark!lando, breeding kink, rivals au, mercedes driver!reader, lying, no protection, mentions of pregnancy
you were a level headed driver, you came down that track like lightning and even when things went south, you kept your cool. you never got snippy on the radio and even when you loss the race, you dealt with it with total grace.
you were a good sport, congratulatory towards whoever was on the podium. as a result you were a darling on the track, especially to the media. the first woman in decades to race with the big leagues. you were sweet as honey to everyone, or so it seemed.
everyone except when you went toe-to-toe with lando off the track. your hands dug into the front of his t-shirt as you said to him, "how dare you, norris."
"aw, what's wrong, princess? did you break a nail?" lando didn't make it any better, leering at you as you held onto him.
this was a common back and forth. the snapping of jaws between you two. lando looked at you with a healthy smirk while you got right into his face. oscar piastri once described it as watching you two fuck without the 'fun' part. he also suggested that you two found other ways to take all the stress out.
"no. you played dirty today, norris. you know, mclaren's strategy isn't playing mad max fury road all over the track!" your hands held deeper into the shirt. you swore you could feel his quickening heartbeat.
lando made a face at you and said, "then if you can't handle the heat... get off the track... i bet you'd do lovely in craft services... or maybe you could be my assistant." he licked his top lip, "my logo all over your pretty tits, but you know i like my cum on them better."
your cheeks went hot as you pulled him closer to you, your foreheads almost touching as you glared at him. "you are a sick fuck, lando."
lando got his arms around you behind and gave your ass cheek a squeeze, "and yet... you can't get enough of me."
you both heard a loud groan from behind you, you both looked over and saw oscar standing there with his hands in his pockets. he took a hand out and scratched the back of his head. this wasn't the first he had caught you, he was used to it at this point.
"uh.. hey. the press are going to be in here soon. so unless you want to make national news. i suggest you." he pointed to you, "get back to your team and we." he pointed to lando, "have to do an interview."
you pulled away and said to oscar, "thank you, mate." before you 'accidentally' stepped on lando's foot as you headed out of the room. that night you'd get a text message with a location and time. and the message 'wear something orange', which you never complied with. orange made you feel less like a sex symbol and more like the fruit.
but a short black dress would work just fine for the evening.
you were a normal sighting at the hotels that mclaren were staying at. while you tried to cover up that it was all purely platonic, they knew. your team knew, lando's team knew. teams that weren't involved knew. you were certain even teams not in formula one knew. but, yet you went to the hotel room and knocked three times in quick succession.
lando opened the door and got a good look at you. he said, "i asked for orange."
you got past him, "i prefer mercedes black. feel like it highlights me better." you said as you got inside the hotel room, "bed? couch? don't tell me you want to do it on the floor."
he chuckled and closed the door before he came to you. he was dressed casually. sweatpants and a black t-shirt that highlighted his toned frame. he followed you as you sat on the edge of the bed to get your heels off.
he sat beside you, up against you with his large hand on your soft thigh. he kissed at your neck before you even had the chance to get undressed. he sighed against your scent.
"beautiful as always."
you took him by the jaw and looked him in the eyes. it was a dangerous glance. even without the make-up wore off the track, you looked beyond beautiful. lando once said that they should make you the trophy, come out in something skimpy. that earned a death glare from you before lando made it up to you with kisses along your thighs.
"is it a crime now to state the obvious? i thought you were all about telling the truth." he said as you held him. his words were silenced when you pulled him in for a tender kiss. he made a soft noise against your lips as you invaded his space. it felt good, it felt right.
like two magnets come together. opposites that pulled together. his hands were soon on your shoulders before you pushed him back into the bed. when he pulled away, he said, "let me on top. i want to see that face." then started to undress himself with you beside him on the bed.
"yeah, no. you're just going to make fun of me. remember you said once when i orgasm i look like i ate a lemon. it's doggy for me tonight."
he chuckled, "whatever the princess wants." he beamed at you.
you looked at him. a knowing look you've given a million times. with you soon naked, your breasts capturing his attention fully that he barely noticed the expression on your face. you coughed into your fist and looked at him.
he looked back at you before he said "yeah, i'll use protection." you two may had been playing a risky game over the last few weeks. using the pull-out method was dumb, but it wasn't like you two carried condoms around.
in all fairness lando could've been a gentleman and bought some. but, he lied to you about having them. his mind was somewhere else. lando norris wanted you pregnant. keep you off the track, but still in his life. be easier to get a hold on you when your hips got a little softer and soon you were taking care of a norris baby.
he was lucky that tonight you wanted doggy style as you wiggled your ass to him enticingly which made his heart rate skip. you were a real siren's call, he could imagine you on the rocky shores of england singing your siren's song. but usually in those tales, the siren doesn't get pregnant so... maybe it was a little different.
"got the condom, norris?" you asked as you pressed your chest against the soft bed. you held over the pillow under your head and pressed your cheek against it.
"yes." he said, "i got it." his cock was bare and the tip was leaking. he stroked it a few times and admired your naked body in front of him. he shifted a little bit on the bed before he nudged his cock up against your slick entrance. it was a familiar feeling, he had become hooked on you like an itch he couldn't scratch unless he was balls deep inside of you. and he thankfully was able to scratch that itch as he sank into you.
your back arched and your short nails dug into the pillow under your head as your back was curved more as he invaded your space further. you didn't even notice that he wasn't wearing a condom. you moaned as he started to thrust up against you. it felt really good, you hated to admit it. but sex with lando was always good and it made your brain sometimes go blank in the rush of pleasure as he moved against you.
he was good in the bedroom, if only he was as good on the track. then maybe mclaren would have their winner. but that snarky comment died on your tongue as you felt his cock prod some of your softest areas.
lando was on cloud nine, he always was when he got to fuck you. it was like a jolt to the system that made his nerves feel alive. but not in the way that anxiety did. he wanted to jump your bones and keep his thick cock inside of your sweet pussy. he wanted to cream in it so badly, he wanted to make a big mess of it.
make sure that no other man could have you.
maybe his breeding kink was running strong after today's race. he could feel it all the way in his balls as he rutted against you. you felt like a dream as he moved. he wanted you pregnant, you'd make the most perfect mother to his children. he came from a big family so he was hoping for at least four kids with you. he'd make sure that he'd get a nice place for all of you to live in. you'd be a nice little family.
his little rival becoming his wife. the thought excited him as he rutted against you. his heart beated wildly in his chest, his lips found the back of your neck, which caused your to moan and tense up around him. that felt good, it only encouraged him to keep doing it. feeling your slick hole clench around him.
"you feel amazing. so good around me." he pushed into your harder, "fuckin' hell. he swallowed, he felt himself starting to lose a bit of control as he really worked your body. it felt so good, especially without a condom. the rubber stopped him from feeling all of his future wife. that was your new name while he was in a state of heighten euphoria.
you came quickly with your back arched. your groaned into the covers and clawed down the soft comforter. you felt everything kind of go blank for a moment. the only thing that left your mouth was his name. first name and last name. and how you said it made him move even further. and when pleasure struck him, he finished inside the back of your soaked cunt.
he then trailed his blunt nails down your back, hoping to leave deep red lines come morning. a little reminder of him as if his cum stuck to your cunt wasn't enough. but your over stimulated body made you jerk a little bit and moan a little louder into the bed. you looked good face down ass up.
lando slapped your ass before he pulled out and watched your hips drop to the bed. you were out for now, but lando was certain that with a few strokes of his fingers and his mouth on your breasts, he could at least get another round out of you. even as you laid panting on the bed.
after all, he had a baby to make with his little rival.
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you held that trophy over your head. you could've yelled in excitement. but instead you grinned. you were almost moved to tears, but you held them back. even in the face of victory, you had to show strength. a history maker as the cameras flashed.
you were beyond lucky. the blood tests from the recent evaluation hadn't come back yet before the last race of the season. you knew what formula one didn't know. you were pregnant.
nothing noticeable yet. everything ailment was pinned of the anxiety of performing well for the final race of the season. you held the world champion high over your head. in the coming weeks the media storm around your pregnancy will come to light.
you felt on top of the world as your national anthem played, hand over your heart as you felt the soar in your pulse. the almost imaginary weight in your middle was replaced with the heft of the world champion title over your head as you held the trophy once more for photos. you knew that your career would be halted if not ended in the next few days.
you knew lando was watching, not because he had to. but, because he wanted to. your little rivalry had halted when you disclosed to him in quiet whispers that you were pregnant. and lando whispered promises of a wedding during the off season. something quiet, with family.
for now on the shiny stage, you were a champion. in a way you won the battle. but with the norris baby in your womb, lando won the war. <3
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TOM RIDDLE - soulmates donât exist PT. 3
SDE MASTERLIST - x FEM!reader (POC!friendly)
SUMMARY: everything changes for you when snape gives you a certain memory. will you be able to do the task that dumbledore has given you?
WORD COUNT: 4677
GENRE: angst-ish (but not really)
CONTENT WARNING: soulmate (soulbound) & time travel au, english is not my first language, i took names of professor in harry's time (it's easier that way)
You were walking through the Hogwarts courtyard, bundled up in your robes as the wind carried a hint of the colder months that were coming. The sun filtered through the canopy of orange and red; it was a cold day without the sun. As you approached the Gryffindor common room after breakfast, you spotted Lucasâtall, with his messy black curls and easygoing grinâleaning casually against the wall.
âThere you are!â he called out, pushing off the wall and strolling over to you. âIâve been looking for you. Fancy coming with me to Hogsmeade? Iâve got some things to pick up, and I thought you could use a break from all the studying.â
You raised an eyebrow, interested. âAnd by âthings,â you mean what exactly?â
âImportant stuff!â Lucas replied with mock seriousness. âLike sweets from Honeydukes and a new quill, since I keep losing mine. And, of course, we have to stop at Zonkoâs - canât leave without some supplies for our next prank on Maeve.â
You let out a laugh, feeling the tension of the past few years slip away. You figured you could use a shopping day - it was a Saturday after all; you could just study after. âSounds like a plan, though Iâm not sure if Maeve would be happy with another one of your âmasterpiecesâ.â
âSheâll survive. Besides, Iâve got a new idea thatâll totally blow her mind; just wait and see,â Lucas nudged you playfully.
As you made your way down the long, winding path to Hogsmeade, a sleek black cat caught your eye. It seemed to be lingering just out of reach; youâd seen the cat a few times today, always trailing a few paces behind, watching you with its bright, curious green eyes. It had followed you from the common room to the courtyard, through the grounds, and now it was walking behind you and Lucas as though it belonged with the two of you.
âLook at that,â you murmured, glancing over your shoulder at the cat. âItâs been following me this entire day.â
Lucas turned around, narrowing his eyes slightly at the feline. âHuh, thatâs a little weird, donât you think? Cats donât usually follow people around for no reason.â
You crouched down and extended a hand toward the cat. To your surprise, it didnât hesitate. The cat padded forward and nuzzled your palm; its fluffy and soft fur was warm, despite the chill in the air. You smiled, scratching it behind the ears.
âI think it likes me,â you said, looking up at Lucas. âMaybe it's a stray. What do you think?â
Lucas crossed his arms and looked at the cat with a suspicious expression. âIt's a little too good to be true, donât you think? A mysterious black cat following you around Hogwarts. You know there are loads of horror stories about witches using cats as spies, right?â
âYou're paranoid,â you rolled your eyes at him, but smiled.
âIâm cautious,â Lucas corrected, though there was a small teasing glint in his eyes. âBut if youâre set on keeping it, we should make sure itâs not... I donât know, an Animagus or something. Better safe than sorry, right?â
âYou think someoneâs been using this little thing to spy on me?â
Lucas shrugged, but he was already pulling out his wand. âCould be, perhaps. Thereâs a simple charm to check for such things; it wonât hurt the cat - you have my promise.â
You stood up and took a step back, âOkay, but Iâm telling you, itâs just a normal cat.â
Lucas raised his wand, pointing it at the cat as he muttered the incantation under his breath. A faint blue light shimmered from the tip of his wand. It surrounded the cat for a moment before fading away.
You both stared at the cat in silence, holding your breath, waiting for whatever was about to happen. But the cat just blinked up at you, then licked its paw nonchalantly.
Lucas let out a breath, âPhew... what do you know? Itâs just a regular old cat.â
âTold you,â you smirked, âlooks like youâre now stuck with me and my new pet.â
The cat - as if it sensed your affectionate words - let out a soft purr and wound itself around your legs once more. You knelt down and scratched behind its ears again. A bond was already beginning to form. The only problem was the lice and many more things that were scattered across its fur.
"Alright, alright," Lucas said, laughing. "I suppose it shouldnât be a problem.â
With the cat in tow, you and Lucas continued down the path to Hogsmeade. The bustling village was already alive with students and locals; shops were gleaming with fresh stock and festive decorations for upcoming festivities. As you entered Honeydukes, the warmth of the shopâs interior enveloped you, along with the sweet scent of sugar and chocolate.
âSo, whatâs your go-to sweet?â Lucas asked as he grabbed a basket, eyeing the chocolate frogs with heart eyes.
âMaybe the peppermint toads?â you said with a grin, grabbing a small bag from the shelf. âTheyâre the perfect balance of sweet and refreshing.â
Lucas pulled a face, âYouâre a maniac. Itâs all about the fizzing whizzbees.â
Both of you wandered through the aisles, piling your basket high with various candies - sugar quills, licorice wands, jelly slugs. At one point, Lucas tried to sneak a handful of Bertie Bottâs Every Flavor Beans into your bag, but you caught him just in time.
âYouâre not tricking me into eating vomit-flavored beans again!â you narrowed your eyes at him.
Lucas laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âFine, fine. I'll save it for someone else.â
After stocking enough sweets to last almost a month, you and Lucas headed to Zonkoâs. The shop was just as chaotic as expected, filled with exploding fireworks, laughing gas, and all manner of joke items. Lucas was in his element, darting from one display to the next with an excitement you hadn't seen since your first year at Hogwarts when you'd go shopping with the Weasleys.
It made you wonder if there was a Weasley in this timeline, or a Potter; surely there mustâ
âIâve got it,â Lucas broke your trance, holding up a box of nose-biting teacups. âWeâll switch Maeve's regular tea with one of these. Can you imagine the look on her face?â
You shook your head, grinning, âYouâre terrible.â
âHey! Youâre the one who agreed to come with me,â he replied, winking. âMakes you an accomplice.â
After spending almost an hour in Zonkoâs, you finally dragged Lucas away before he bought the entire store. The two of you made your way back to Hogwarts, the pockets of your robes stuffed with sweets, joke items, and - in your case - also a black cat nestled happily in your arms.
âAlready thought of a name?â Lucas asked as you strolled along the path.
You looked down at the cat, who had fallen asleep in your arms, still purring softly. âIâm not so sure yet; maybe something like âShadowâ?â
âShadow,â Lucas mused, âhm, not bad; fits the whole âfollowing you everywhereâ thing itâs got going on.â
You laughed, feeling the warmth of the catâs fur against you. Despite the whirlwind of chaos that had brought you here, there was something so comforting about the small creature that had decided to be your companion.
And as you and Lucas made your way back to the castle, joking and teasing each other, you felt like things were normal, like you were just a regular student at Hogwarts, living in a time untouched by war and dark magic.
You went to sleep that day feeling better already, with the small feline curled up at the end of your bed, purring, its little collar having a little bell that you bought in a shop.
The following morning, you made your way down the main hall, the familiar hum of chatter and clicking of cutlery filling the air. It was officially your second week at Hogwarts, and though you were still getting used to the time period, you started to have a routine.
You reached the Gryffindor table and spotted your friends, already gathering around a platter of toast and eggs; some of them had pancakes. They waved you over and made space as you slipped onto the bench beside them.
âMorning, y/n!â Maeve greeted brightly, pushing a pitcher of pumpkin juice toward you. Her curly hair was a little wild this morning, as if she didnât care. âSleep well?â
You poured yourself a glass. âPretty well, all things considered. I think Iâm getting used to these weird ancient beds.â
Alicia snorted, her red hair falling into her eyes as she reached for a stack of pancakes. âWeird ancient beds? Try getting used to the weird ancient ghosts! I had Nearly Headless Nick hovering over my bed last night, telling some kind of story about jousting. I barely slept.â
âBetter Nick than Peeves, though. That poltergeist kept chucking ink at me during Charms yesterday,â Maeve giggled, spreading jam on a piece of toast.
You laughed, feeling a warmth in your chest that you werenât expecting. These girls had made everything feel⌠lighter. The constant worry in the back of your mind lessened. Here, in the morning sunlight with breakfast laid out before you, you almost forgot the real reason why you were here.
âMm, speaking of Charms,â Maeve said, glancing at her timetable. âWeâve got it again this morning. Think Professor Flitwick will finally let us practice summoning spells?â
âI certainly hope so,â Lilith spoke as quietly as ever, but her eyes were sparkling with excitement. âRight? Iâve been dying to try action on something bigger. Imagine being able to summon an entire plate of pastries!â Lucas exclaimed.
âAs if we need more reasons for you to get distracted during class, Luca,â Alicia rolled her eyes.
They continued to chatter about the day ahead while you found your gaze wandering around. The students were busy with their own conversations; some were studying, others were yawning over cups of tea, while some were also scribbling down last-minute notes for their morning classes. Everything felt so normal.
When your eyes landed on the Slytherin table, the illusion of normalcy shattered. Youâd almost forgotten about him.
Tom Riddle. He was sitting at the center, surrounded by his usual group of admirers. He was composed, elegant even, as he buttered a piece of toast, speaking quietly to a blonde male next to him.
You looked away quickly before his groupâor himâcould notice you staring. âYouâre awfully quiet this morning,â Maeve nudged you with her elbow.
âEverything alright?â
You gave a smile, hoping it didnât look too strained. âYeah, just thinking about today.â
âDonât worry about it too much; itâs only the second week,â Lucas smiled. âBesides, youâre part of the group now. Weâre in this together.â
âNo backing out,â Lilith added, and for a second, you thought youâd melted.
You smiled, relaxing. You felt it reach your eyes; a sense of belonging wandered around in the back of your mind.
Breakfast continued, and so did the conversation to a more light-hearted topic: Aliciaâs and Lilithâs excitement about the next Hogsmeade trip, Lucasâs plans for another elaborate prank on their dorm mate, and Maeveâs ongoing battle with Peeves. You listened, laughed, and chimed in the conversation whenever you could.
Maeve slung her bag over her shoulder and stood up. âCome on, y/n. Letâs see if we can make it to Flitwickâs class before Luca drags us to the kitchens for more pastries.â
âI resent that,â Lucas called over his shoulder, âbut I do want more pastries.â
You smiled and grabbed your bag as you followed them out of the Great Hall, trying to savour the last few minutes of peace before the day truly began.
â・âËâĄcharms class:
When you arrived at the Charms class, it was buzzing with quiet energy as tired students filed in, quills and textbooks clutched in their hands. You took a seat next to Maeve on your left side. Behind another desk with space in between you two sat another girlâSlytherin.
âGood morning, everyone! Today, we will be practicing summoning charmsâAccio!â Professor Flitwick said loudly, standing on a stack of books at the front of the class as he clapped his hands to get the attention of all the students.
An exciting murmur passed through the room. You realized how, in their fifth year, they learn about summoning spells in this timeline, while in Harryâs timeline you learned more defensive spells or memory spells. The difference was huge.
Summoning charms were pretty basic, but growing up in times like you did, you almost had no time getting used to a simple spell like Accio while you could easily Obliviate someone or use the Patronus charm.
âPartner up!â Flitwick instructed. You turned to look at Maeve, who was already grinning at you.
âIâve been practicing this all week,â Maeve said, wiggling her eyebrows. âLetâs see if I can summon a bigger thing than a quill this time.â
âAlright, but if you summon a desk by accident, youâre responsible,â you teased her, setting your wand on your desk.
Maeve pointed her wand at one of the cushions Flitwick had left for practice. âAccio cushion!â she shouted, her wand slicing through the air.
The cushion zoomed toward her, though it wobbled slightly before landing in her arms. âNot bad, right?â
You clapped lightly. âThat was impressive!â
Maeve jokingly gave a little bow to you. âYour turn!â
You focused on a cushion that was lying a few feet away, envisioning it flying smoothly into your hands. After a flick of your wand, you called out,
âAccio cushion!â
The cushion shot toward you with more speed than you expected, hitting you on your chest slightly and knocking you back slightly. You laughed, catching it just in time. Maeve burst into giggles beside you.
âWell, at least it's working,â you said with a grin. Putting the cushion down, you glanced around the room and caught sight of Tom. He was practicing at the far end of the classroom. He performed the spell flawlessly, his cushion gliding into his hands with barely a flick of his wrist. His focus was intense, almost unnerving.
You quickly turned towards Maeve again, not wanting to dwell on him.
â・âËâĄpotions class:
The potion classroom in the dungeons was dark and cool; the only source of light was flickering. A mushy and earthy scent of ingredients filled the air as you sat down next to Alicia at one of the tables near the back.
âRight,â Alicia said, pulling out her ingredients. âIâve got a good feeling about todayâs potion. Weâre supposed to make something simple, so thereâs no way I can accidentally melt my cauldron like last week.â
You snickered. âSimple or not, I still think you have a way to make the easiest potions chaotic.â
Before Alicia could respond, Professor Slughornâs jovial voice boomed across the room. âToday, my dear students, we will be brewing a calming draught. Quite useful for, uh, stressful situations.â He winked at the class. â-âIâm sure none of you feel stressed, though.â
You could feel the irony of the assignment, given how much stress you were actually under without anyone really knowing. You could probably use a calming draught or two just to get through the day.
Slughornâs face was surrounded with enthusiasm as he demonstrated the first few steps, his eyes darting over the class with interest. You gathered the ingredients you needed and carefully measured out the valerian root, hellebore syrup, and the fluxweed oil.
âSo, you think Slughornâs going to invite you to one of his little parties?â Alicia asked as she ground some peppermint into powder.
You shrugged, keeping your focus on your cauldron as you stirred it clockwise. âNot very likely. I donât really know what those parties are even about,â you lied. You went to one meeting with Hermione and decided to never go again. Simply a waste of time.
Alicia raised an eyebrow. âWell, Slughorn kinda âcollectsâ talented students. Youâre smart, plus youâre new and kind. So, Iâd say you're prime Slug Club material.â
You smiled at her. âWeâll see,â you said quietly. âPlus, I think Riddle is in Slug Club,â Alicia whispered.
You almost spilled the peppermint that you were trying to add into your potion. âSorry, what?â you gaped at her. She scoffed at you and smiled. âDonât act dumb; I always see you looking at him.â
Your potion turned to a soft blueâthat was a good sign. âWhat??? No, I donâtâŚâ you mumbled and glanced over at Aliciaâs cauldron, which was bubbling a little too vigorously.
âUh, Alicia... are you sure you didnât add too much oil?â you asked her, eyeing the bubbles. âYouâre not getting out of this conversation, Y/N,âAlicia said while she kept adding oil.
âNo, no, Iâm serious; look at those bubbles.â
âOh, oops,â Alicia gasped and quickly turned down the heat under her cauldron. âWell, at least itâs not melting this time.â
You laughed softly, helping her adjust the potion before it boiled over. Potions was always a mix of stress and humor with Alicia. Seems like you're not as slick as you thought you were.
â・âËâĄtransfiguration class:
Dumbledoreâs class, there was a different energy in the air. The room was spacious and bright; high arched windows were letting beams of sunlight in that illuminated against the desks. Dumbledore was standing at the front. âToday,â Dumbledore began, âwe will attempt one of the more advanced transfigurations: turning inanimate objects into animals. Quite the leap from last weekâs matchsticks to needles, wouldnât you say?â
Maeve leaned over to you, whispering, âWhat if we give a four-legged animal six legs by mistake?â
You snickered quietly.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and a stack of stones appeared on each of the studentsâ desks. âYour task today is to transform this stone into small creatures of your choosing: a mouse, perhaps, or a bird. Be gentle and focus.â
You pointed your wand at the stone, visualising a small bird. With clear focus, you flicked your wand, saying the incantation softly.
To your surprise, the stone started shifting, wings sprouting from its sides as it transformed into a tiny sparrow. It fluttered its wings in confusion before hopping onto your desk.
âWell, arenât you just the star pupil,â Maeve teased with a grin. She was still poking at her half-transformed stone, which looked more like a stone with some fur on it.
From the front of the class, Dumbledoreâs eyes met yours briefly, and he gave a small approving nod. You continued helping Maeve when you caught a glimpse of Tom Riddle a few rows ahead. His magic was perfectâobviously. The stone in front of him had turned into a sleek, black raven that perched on his desk with eerie calm.
You sighed, forcing yourself to focus more on Maeve and her furry rock. There would be plenty of time to think about Tom later, but the time was ticking, and you knew it
Shadow, the cat that youâd taken in, padded silently beside you as you made your way to the library. You smiled down at him; Shadow had proven to be nothing more than a sweet, lovely companion. The cat had followed you everywhere except for classes.
âYou like books, donât you?â you murmured to the cat as you entered the library, earning a few curious glances from other students. Shadow flicked his tail and trotted ahead of you, his sleek form disappearing between two towering bookshelves.
The library was quiet and warm, even after dinner. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and dust. You loved it in the library; it felt like a sanctuary, a place where time stood still.
Wandering through the shelves, you scanned the spines of the books you passed. Every so often, youâd glance behind you to make sure Shadow was still with you. Reaching a shelf tucked in a quiet corner of the library, you found a book you'd been looking for - The Founderâs Legacy: A History of Hogwarts. It was a book you needed for your Muggle Studies.
You pulled it down and tucked it under your arm, turning to leave the aisle; but when you did, you noticed Shadow was gone. âShadow?â you called softly, careful not to disturb the other students. The silence of the library seemed to grow louder, your eyes searching for the black fur you had grown accustomed to.
Frowning, you stepped out of the aisle, looking around for any sign of the cat. Only a few students were scattered around the tables, their heads buried in their studies. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted him.
At one of the far tables, seated in his usual spot near the back of the library, was Tom Riddle.
With Shadow.
Your breath caught in your throat. The sleek black cat had made himself comfortable on the edge of Tomâs open book, his paws kneading the pages as he purred contentedly. Tom didnât seem bothered by the interruption. In fact, he was watching the cat with an odd expression - almost as if he was amused, though his features remained calm and composed as always.
For a second, you just stood there, contemplating all your lifeâs choices. Seeing Shadow so comfortable made your heart race. Tom Riddle, the person you were meant to change, was casually petting the cat you had taken in, and it made your situation feel even more surreal.
But only you couldn't keep standing there forever, staring at Tom Riddle.
So, you summoned up your courage and slowly walked over to the table, forcing yourself to remain calm even though you could feel your chest preparing for a panic attack.
âLooking for this?â His voice was soft but cold as he gestured to the cat with a slight raise of his hand. Shadow meowed happily and stretched out his paws, pushing against Tom's book as if he had claimed it for himself.
Hearing Tomâs voice changed something in you; a warm feeling spread through you.
âYes,â you said, your voice steady, trying to ignore all the feelings you were feeling at once. âI didnât realise heâd wandered off.â
Tomâs eyes lingered on you for a moment, studying you with the same unsettling intensity youâd noticed in class. Then he looked back at the cat, one hand absently touching behind Shadowâs ear. The cat purred louder, pressing into the touch as though he had always belonged there.
âHe seems to like me,â Tom observed. You had to hold back a scoff, so you forced a smile. âHeâs a friendly one.â
âI can see.â
You werenât sure how to respond to that. You cleared your throat and stepped forward, reaching for Shadow. âWell, I should get him out of your way; heâs probably disturbing your reading. Or studying, or whateverâŚâ
Tom didnât move at first, and for a brief second, you thought he might not let you take back your cat. But then he pulled his hand back. Shadow, oblivious to the tension, stretched lazily before hopping off the table and rubbing against your leg.
You cradled Shadow in your arms as you tried to steady your nerves.
You felt Tomâs gaze linger on you for a moment longer before he turned his attention back to his book, his expression unreadable. âBe careful,â he said, his voice low. âNot everything that follows you is harmless.â
You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in his tone. Was that a warning? Or something more? Before you could reply, Tom had already turned the page of his book, his focus shifting away from you as though the conversation had never happened
A chill ran down your spine as you hugged Shadow closer. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you turned around.
Tomâs cryptic words echoed in your thoughts. You were halfway to the libraryâs entrance when you spotted Lucas striding toward you, hands tucked in his pockets, that ever-present grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He seemed completely at ease, as though the world was just a big joke waiting to be told.
âThere you are!â he called out in a low voice, somewhat mindful of the libraryâs strict silence policy. He walked right up to you, his sharp blue eyes scanning your face before flicking over to the spot where Tom was sitting. âI saw you over there, chatting with Riddle.â
âYeah... Shadow wandered over to him,â you smiled slightly, still not fully calmed down, but Lucasâs presence helped a bit.
Lucas smiled. âLook, Iâm just gonna say it: Iâve seen you stare at him at times, and you look like youâve seen a ghost. Whatever heâs said to youââ
âHe said something about not everything that follows you is harmless,â you interrupted him, needing to get it off your chest.
âOkay, stop. Thatâs freakishly creepy,â Lucas gaped, stealing a glance at Tom. âJust... try to ignore him. Riddleâs either got everyone thinking heâs the hottest thing to walk these halls, or they think heâs bloody weird.â
Your curiosity piqued. âAnd what do you think?â
Lucas paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the question. His grin returned. âBoth.â
You chuckled at his bluntness. âBoth?â
You walked out of the library, your book long forgotten on the table you were supposed to be studying at. âYeah, heâs good looking. I mean, objectively speaking,â Lucas said. âBut thereâs something about him thatâs off. Like, heâs too good at... well, everything. It's unnatural; people are drawn to him, but theyâre also... I donât know, scared of him. You know? Even if they don't want to admit it.â
You nodded, thinking back to how Tom had looked at you - the way his eyes seemed to see right through you. There was definitely something unnerving about him. âHeâs strange. Almost like heâs always one step ahead of everyone.â
âExactly,â Lucas agreed. âItâs like heâs playing a game no one else knows the rules to. Trust me, best to keep your distance.â
âI wasnât planning on making friends with him,â you said, shifting Shadow in your arms. The cat blinked lazily up at you.
âGood, Iâve got enough trouble without having to rescue you from the dark and mysterious Tom Riddle,â Lucas replied, giving you a reassuring smile.
You let out a laugh. âThanks, Lucas. Iâll be sure to tell you first if I get in over my head.â
Lucas grinned. âIâll be there, wand at the ready.â
The two of you started to head toward the common room together, the tension that had been knotted in your chest since your encounter with Tom slowly began to ease. Lucas had a way of making things feel lighter, like no matter how complicated the situation got, heâd find a way to make it less scary.
âAnyway,â Lucas said, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you walked, âenough about Riddle. Did you get what you came for? Or are we heading back in for round two of âTom the Cat Whispererâ?â
You smirked, shaking your head. âNo more rounds with him for today, thanks. I think Iâve had my fill of mysterious brooding for the time being. But I do think I mightâve left my book in there.â
Lucas laughed again, his voice carrying through the halls. âWeâll get it first thing tomorrow. And if you do like him, just donât go falling for that whole dark-and-mysterious thing. I wonât judge you.â
You rolled your eyes, nudging him playfully. âPlease. You know I prefer my friends a little less brooding and a little more⌠fun.â
âSee? Thatâs the right attitude.â He gave you a wink, his smile warm and genuine. âStick with me. Iâm way more fun than some dark wizard-in-training.â
You couldnât help but smile back. As strange and intense as things had become, Lucas was a constant source of light. Maybe, just maybe, heâd help keep you grounded as you navigated the dangerous path ahead.
a/n: posted a bit earlier, but umm, i was thinking of naming the cat crookshanks first - so she has a reminder of hermione, harry and ron. but idk :( alsooooo, i'll probably update on sunday for this serie (loads of homework)
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