#red riddle

[prlssprfctn]

Jason Todd arrives to the Gotham after being brought back alive for the first time, and while building up his career as Red Hood, visits Harvey Dent in the Arkham. They talk in a surprising peace, discuss this and this, and Jason even shares some of his insane ass lore, because, honestly, who is going to believe Harvey Dent?

And no one doesn't.

But there is a problem. The next time Bruce Wayne visits Harvey, Harvey randomly drops a bomb on him by saying that he is so, so glad that their Jaylad is back, and he grew up so much, looks so much like Bruce now! He even tries to assure him that, you see, yeah, Jason was dead, but he crawled out of his grave, and then, the Lazarus Pit fixed him!

Bruce thinks Harvey finally had reached the end of his line. Like, low-key, the last stage of insanity.

Harvey: God, he is still so well-mannered. I feel so pleased that he came to visit old me first, though. I always thought I was his favourite over you.

Bruce, laughing awkwardly, while asking the medics to add some new medicine to Harvey: Ahaha, yeah, that sounds like our Jaylad.

Harvey: Super happy for him, seriously. I mean, look at him, getting himself a new career as a Red Hood. That's our son. Feel a little bit bitter that he is into Al Ghuls family now, but that's fine.

Bruce, frowning, because Harvey isn't supposed to know about Al Ghuls and their connection to Lazarus Pit or about Red Hood: Uh, had J-Jason said something else to you?

Harvey: Oh, damn, we spoke for the whole night. He was pissed at you, though. Like, for the Tim guy, whoever he is.

Bruce, turning to the doctors: ...Maybe, uh, give me the same pills you gave him. I feel like I need it, too.

[spliceyblues]

Painting the roses red, and many a tear we shed.

[bet-on-me-13]

The Bat-Adoption Papers are literal Magic Contracts

So! In the Deified Batman AU (the AU where the Belief of the peoples of Gotham accidentally Ascended Batman to minor godhood), the Bat Adoption Papers would be a fun concept.

Batman is a God of The Night, Fear, and Protection. Specifically, the protection of Children, which is one of his biggest motivators. Meaning, it's a big part of his Divine Domain.

So when he, a God of Protection and Children, adopts his own Child? It's kind of a big deal.

His Adoption Papers basically become Magical Contracts that claim Dick to him as his own Son, basically turning Dick into a Demigod by the fact that he is the Son of a God.

Then each time Batman adopts a kid, they become a Demigod as well. Maybe after enough time, and after they forge their own Identities, they could become Minor Gods of their own? Idk, fun idea

Why do I bring this up?

Well, when Danny eventually joins the JLA, and runs into Batman, all he sees in a God of the Night, who takes one look at him, and then pulls out a Magical Binding Contract from his Belt.

Needless to say, he books it.

[hyuckonia]

rizzle rosehearts cooks for his best friend gone terribly wrong☹️ (the quesadilla smacked tho)

based on this video!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUqqgUgTxgg

bonus:

cater ace and deuce bully their boomer friend 💔💔💔

[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.

❥

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.

[ocean-candy-fish]

🥀

[moaa]

navi

[confused-wanderer]

Batman and superman are their opposite personalities in civilian form.

.. so this gives us a perfect opportunity for the most disastrously chaotic dynamic (and love square) EVER.

ESPECIALLY if they don’t know the others true identities, or even they did and are just being lil shits anyways

Give me:

grumpy skeptical Clark to Bruce’s sunshine playboy persona.

Clark *trying to down as many aspirins as he can, half tempted to throw himself into the sun* : Bruce we needed to surround the enemy, not SEDUCE them!

Bruce *currently on his way to a dinner wearing the most seductive outfit known to man* : Well, you know the saying. We can’t gatekeep or manslaughter our way out of it. Girlboss it is.

Clark: Bruce you are going on a date with a STRAIGHT MAN

Bruce: Give me five minutes and then I’ll let you hear him scream my name

*horrified Clark noises*

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Brooding and detective Batman meeting lie-detector and very effective investigator journalist Clark Kent

Batman: Tell me where the bombs are Riddler!

Riddler *currently tied up* : Hehe you’ll never find them~

Clark: Mind if I record this session Mr. Riddler?

Batman:

Riddler:

Clark:

Riddler: Who the hell-

Batman: .. Kent. How’d you even get here?

Clark: Irrelevant questions. *waves recorder* so..?

Riddler: Sure..tell the public I’m going to paint the walls red-

Clark *in investigative journalist mode* : So which devastating rock bottom led you to lose your mind and pursue this as a career?

Riddler:

Riddler: hey wait hang on this is a fulfilling career!

Clark *raising a judgemental eyebrow*: So.. you fighting a man dressed as a bat, with that atrocious outfit you must’ve gotten from hell and riddles that you’ll give him the answer to anyway.. this is fulfilling?

Riddler *voice breaking* : .. yes?

*questioning and judgemental silence*

Few hours later

Red Robin: .. why is Riddler crying and why does he also have a career counselling book in his hand?

Batman *just as surprised and kind of disturbed at how methodical and impressive Clark was in breaking down Riddlers plan based on evidence and connecting the dots* : Honestly I thought he was here for me and he started ignoring me so out of concern for his safety I demanded he paid attention

Red robin: And?

Batman: and he said “oh you don’t want me to pay attention to you” and showed me.. a lot of details and screenshots I don’t know how he got his hands on

Red robin:

Batman: Riddler also then attempted to escape and Clark just.. punched him so hard Riddler still doesn’t know which universe he’s in..

Red robin: well it could’ve been worse.. Clark could’ve pulled out a gun

Batman: .. he has a flamethrower

Red Robin: IM SORRY WHAT

Batman: .. and he told me we should work together sometimes, and I gave him few crime stories and plots to help raise awareness for the public and stop them.

Red robin:

Batman: also he gave me a therapy card.

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Give me ray of sunshine and leader Superman with no sense of self preservation Bruce Wayne

Superman: Good evening Mr. Wayne, there’s a credible threat against you so I’ll be on the lookout for today-

Bruce *sidling upto him* : .. damn.. when I said send your hottest stripper you did deliver..

Superman *beet red* : Im not the stripper sir!

Bruce: Really?

Superman *furious nodding*

Bruce: okay then.. hey listen, I’ve been learning about important dates in history lately.. do you wanna be one of them?

Superman. Exe has stopped functioning

Later

Superman: Mr. Wayne there’s a blackout and the building is under attack! Evacuate!

Bruce *running with gunshots behind* : Are you outside? You’re invulnerable right? Nothing can hurt you? Not even gunpowder or explosives?!

Superman *touched and pleasantly surprised* : yes.. so you don’t have to worry about me Mr. Wayn-

*glass breaks and Superman catches the dark mass falling in the air*

Superman: See? You’re safe-

*realises he’s holding a huge bomb about to detonate*

One explosion later

Superman: … you threw a bomb at me

Bruce: What?? You said you were invulnerable! I didn’t know what else to do with it??

Superman: So you didn’t think to tell me? Not even a warning?

Bruce: Listen that bomb was hot but compared to how smoking hot you were I didn’t think it ever stood a change

Superman: Mr. Wayne, listen. You should’ve atleast yelled or said something so I could’ve gotten it away in time. What if I hadn’t?

Bruce: I did! I yelled GET READY FOR A BLOWJOB

Superman:

Bruce:

Superman:

Bruce: ?? Did I do something wrong?

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And obviously.. the usual golden retriever Superman x black cat Batman that we all know and love so I’m just going to leave it at:

Batman: Someone is going to die.

Superman: Of fun!

Batman: Sure if you consider burning to death fun

Superman:

Superman: Oh come on be a little optimistic! We must have hope! We will persevere!

Batman: we are literally being held hostages by aliens

Superman: ..listen okay, let me do the talking. We just gotta de-escalate the situation

Alien: You intruders! You will never get our superior defender systems-

Batman *done with this bullshit* : I already hacked into it twenty days ago and found all of your identities, families and now have full control over your systems of defends and weapons. If I wanted to hurt somebody.. I would’ve done so already.

Alien *tries to punch him, gets headbutted instead*

Alien *chuckles* : You have a thick skull Batman..

Batman:

Superman *frantic whispering*: Dontsayitdontsayitdontsayitdontsayit-

Batman: .. atleast mines protecting a brain. Wish I could say the same for yours

Superman *heavy sigh*

[rorysbrainrot]

Headcanons for Mattheo Riddle

• Mattheo would have alright grades, not good nor bad, but when he really starts to enjoy a class that he actually goes to, he’ll automatically become one of the best students.

• Physical touch is absolutely his love language due to not getting it as a kid, he also does a lot of gift giving.

• Heavy smoker, often stressed because of his father always putting pressure on him.

• He doesn’t like Harry Potter, just cause the way he grew up around deatheaters, but not like mortal enemies with him or anything, just bullying when he feels like it.

• He rarely gets crushes, but when he does he will very quickly act on it.

• Slytherin Beater.

• I think that he would always try his best to please his mother. (Bellatrix) y’know?

• He usually crushes on Hufflepuffs, since he thinks they’re cute.

• Buys random unnecessary shit, just for fun.

• Actually does get into a lot of fights, if he sees you look at his friends, him or partner wrong he’ll fight you.

• Loves dogs sm.

• Wears converse religiously.

• Doesn’t talk about his family much.

• He had to get the dark mark when he was quite young. Like around 11 or 12 to prove his loyalty to his dad.

• Favorite dessert is ice-cream, chooses it over everything.

• Sucker for American accents. (Any region.)

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Mattheo Riddle as a boyfriend

• Calls his partner love, princess/prince. When he gets whiny or needy he’ll let the occasional babe or honey slip out.

• After dating for a month or two or whenever he gets attached he’ll randomly show up to your dorm with a bunch of his clothes, sweatshirts, t-shirts etc’.

• Gets needy when he’s away from you to long. (Literally just like an hour.)

•Horny 24/7. I mean he’s a teenage boy.

• Once he gets attached will wait a little bit to be reasonable, but will mentally confess his love for you.

• Won’t let anyone talk bad about you.

• Runs warm, so if you ever try to get away from him while cuddling he will whine/complain about it for the next day.

• Will buy you anything you want.

• Needs to know where you are 24/7.

• If you join any not required classes, he’ll join them as well just to have more time with you.

• The sweetest boy. (When he wants to be, he’s also incredibly sassy.)

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His Red Flags 🚩

• Will manipulate you to get you to stay with him.

• Doesn’t like it when you talk to other boys (or girls) that he doesn’t know.

• A literal death eater.

• Absolutely crazy.

• Gets into fights tons.

•Alcoholic.

• Would not let you leave him, not even for a break.

• Bipolar along with a bunch of other mental issues, he also refuses to take medicine for.

• Loves you sm, but sometimes doesn’t always show it.

• There’s a lot more, he is just a walking red flag ngl.

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-First headcanons i’ve done. How did I do? Let me know if you want headcanons for anyone else! :)-

[fountainpenguin]

Shout-out to loyal Joel laying down his Yellow guess on Pearl's task, deliberately incorrect, just to show her she's safe with him.

Shout-out to Mumbo immediately turning on his own team and trying to kill them horrifically with anvils. I expect no less after how wild he went in Last Life.

[valengory1234]

Wait headcannon!

Both Red and Chloe speak very proper English when in an argument.

Because Red grew up speaking in riddles, and Spanish as her first languages (yes this is because of Kylie speaking Spanish) so English was a third language to her growing up. Even though she quickly learned the slang to better fit in with native speakers, she doesn’t always get it right, and when she’s stressed she’s called back to the most proper way to speak because that’s the version she learned under the worst pressure.

And chloe’s first language is French, of course, but she had to learn many languages as princess so that she could communicate with many different royals. And her lessons were in proper grammar, because she is a royal speaking to other royals, and they all speak proper language. And she’s also just a nerd who wants to be The Best, so she knows the history of where English words come from and her enunciation is on point.

So they’re both having high emotions, and English is their only common language, (as they found out the hard way) and they both just sound like the most proper and pompous assholes ever when they argue with each other.

And this isn’t just with each other, this translates to arguments with other English speakers in their age group. You’re trying to tease Red about Wonderland customs but you accidentally got under her skin for real, and she sounds like Henry Viii. Someone is trying to duel with Chloe but she brandishes her sword and starts talking like Shakespeare. Which just bewilders everyone!

[pointocean]

black cat!reader and mattheo.

summary

you knew mattheo was going to show up at your door after another fight, but you didn’t expect him under you, begging.

warnings

mdni!! smut, swearing, violence/fighting, sub!mattheo, begging, slapping, unprotected sex, p in v

“you’re such a fucking idiot.” you mumble, scolding mattheo for knocking on the door your dorm, bleeding and bruised again. you open the door for him and slam it behind him.

“listen-“ he begins, trying to justify his reasons for yet another day of fighting and asking for your help.

”no.” you cut him off, hands on your hips as you stare down at him, watching his lips twist into a smug smile while he sits on the bed. “no, get off my bed, you fucking psycho! you’re not bleeding on my sheets again, get up.” i scramble to the bed, pulling a ragged blanket from the floor and laying it down for him to sit on.

“stay there.” you point to the bed before walking to the bathroom, grabbing bandaids and rubbing alcohol. walking back out to your room, you set the supplies on the side table, standing over him. “okay, now explain.” you pour some rubbing alcohol on a rag and wait for him to speak.

“he’s just an asshole.” he winces as you press the rag to a cut in his eyebrow.

“dumbass. who?” you scold him again, shaking your head. “i want the full story because i know you did something too.” you place a butterfly bandage to his cut, focusing on that instead of his eyes burning holes into you.

“it doesn’t matter because it’s over and i won’t do it again.” he starts to look down at the table with the supplies on it before you grab his chin with your thumb and pointer finger and move his head.

“stop moving. and you know that’s not true, because you said that last time.” you roll your eyes as you grab the rag again, pushing it against small cuts near his forehead.

grabbing his hands to inspect the bruises and cuts on them, you scoff. “you’re a moron.” you lift mattheo’s hands to show them to him, your eyebrow raising. you move to get on your knees, your hands on his thighs balancing you before you grab the towel, rubbing it against his knuckles. “need bandaids for those?” you look you at him as you speak, watching his eyes dart to his hands again, trying his best to avoid eye contact with you. “look at me when i’m talking to you.” you scoff, rubbing a little harder at his knuckles as he mutters a ‘no’.

you set the rag down on the floor and grab mattheo’s hands again to look at them, your thumbs gentle on his palm as you flip them over to inspect the other side. you clear your throat and let his hands fall. “yeah, you’re good.” you mumble, grabbing all of your supplies and setting them back at their place in the bathroom. when you turn off the light to the bathroom, you lean against the doorframe with your arms crossed as you stare at him. when he finally looks up, he meets your eyes and narrows his.

“what?” he continues holding eye contact, his fingers rubbing at his other hand.

“stop touching those.” you command without looking away from his eyes, walking to mattheo and standing over him. he looks up at you like he’s scared, but you both know he’s not. when your finger touches his chin to turn it to the side and look at your handiwork, he still stares at you, his eyes filling with something that you’ve seen before. a look that you’ve noticed when he turns to look at you at parties, or when he’s across the room, watching you dance at said parties.

without warning, mattheo’s hands move to your hips, pulling you down onto him as he slowly lays back, your lips never disconnecting from his. your hips move subconsciously, pushing down against his. he groans, allowing you access to slip your tongue in his mouth. you break the kiss and sit up, staring down at him, your hands wandering his chest before slowly pulling off his shirt. “do you really need it?” you tease, throwing his shirt on your floor and pressing your palms to his biceps.

mattheo nods slowly, and you grab his chin with his your thumb and forefinger. “use your words, you know how.”

“please. please, i need it.” he has a stupid smirk on his face, and you suddenly have the urge to slap it off of him. you bring your hand up and land a smack to his cheek, your eyes narrowing down at him.

“what’s funny?” you whisper before he runs his hands under your shirt, his palms pressing against your waist. he sits up, put you push him back down and he smiles up at you, his hands moving back as he holds them up in a sarcastic surrender. “fuck you,” you mutter while pulling your shirt over your head, your fingers reaching behind you to unhook your bra.

”hurry up, then.” mattheo rolls his eyes as he pulls your hips forward a bit to reach down and pull your skirt up to your hips. your fingers rapidly unbutton his jeans, pulling them down to his thighs. he pulls you up by your hips a bit, allowing you to pull his cock out and sink down onto him. your eyes stare down at him the whole time, looking for signs that he wouldn’t want this, but you find none as mattheo slowly starts to help you move your hips, both of you letting out small groans and breaths as you speed up your pace.

you watch his eyes flutter and you pull him up by his biceps so you’re face to face with him. mattheo takes the hint and starts to suck on your neck and move you faster, causing you to let out a moan that you’re sure the people in the next room over can hear.

as mattheo’s hand reaches down, his thumb rubbing your clit, he unlatches his lips from your neck. “didn’t know you were such a whore.”

you scoff and push his face back, grabbing his cheeks with your hand, and he groans. “watch your fucking mouth.” he smirks and moves his face to your chest, pressing rough kisses everywhere he can.

“oh, fuck.” you whimper, gripping his shoulder, digging your nails into it. he pulls off your tits and smiles up at you, your eyes glaring into his. “don’t look at me like that.” you warn him, feeling him start to twitch inside you. mattheo looks up at you so sweetly, asking to come. “if you want something, you have to use your words.” you demand, tilting your head as you stare down at him, moving your hips a little faster as you wait for him to speak.

“jesus- fuck. please, please let me cum.” he groans, leaning his head back.

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you tease, your fingers running over his neck, letting out whimpers as you both ride out your high.

“and you told me to stop getting in more fights.” mattheo narrows his eyes at you, tilting his head to the side.

[secondary-colorentimy]

actually f yall, queen of hearts BLAST ✋❤️❤️👑👑🌹🌹‼️‼️ (wip)

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ Green Flags

Gender neutral

- order 79 | headcanons | Heartslabyul

Ace Trappola

— Gets along with your family

He may be a big jerk to you but when he meets your parents or any of your family he is literally perfect. He will do anything and everything to look good in front of your family. It’s for approval but he’s the type to actually care as well. If you have younger siblings then he’d be willing to babysit them and buy them things (nothing too expensive hes not that nice).

— Will call you out

This may seem like a red flag to some but disagreements in any sort of relationship is good. He would never invalidate how you feel but if you need to be set straight, then he’ll do that for you. And likewise, if you call him out then he’ll take it just as seriously. When this happens, one of you are bound to be a bit hurt but Ace is thankful that you would do that for him.

Deuce Spade

— Waits for you

He is very patient. Every text he sends, he sits there waiting staring at his screen for a good 5 minutes, just waiting. If you two have different classes he is still dedicated to walk you to your next class. As soon as the bell rings he runs out the room and waits for you outside of yours. He’s also the one that waits for you when you tie your shoes.

— Always excited to see you

He lights up whenever he sees you. It could’ve been just a short 5 minutes and he waltz over to you like he hasn’t seen you in months. If he wasn’t so shy about it, he would pick you up off your feet and spin you around in a tight hug. He really can’t deny how much he loves being around you.

Cater Diamond

— Hypes you up

Your personal hypeman right here! It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, your posture, location, or mood he will shower you with compliments. “O-M-G you literally look ethereal right now. C’mere!” Takes lots of photos of you. He will try his best to fix your hair or clothes if it gets messed up.

— Buys matching things

You have so many matching accessories. Keychains, hairclips, bracelets, necklaces, etc… He loves matching things and he thinks it’s just so cute to match with someone. He knows you’ll never turn him down!! If he catches you wearing it or you ask him to match it, he literally won’t shut up and he will be all over you— you’re just so cute!!

Trey Clover

— Looks into your interests and hobbies

Not only will he listen to you talk about your interests or hobbies, he will actually try to get into it himself. He will keep you updated on his progress of your favorite show/book/game. And with hobbies he’s probably not gonna be very good at it if it’s something he hasn’t tried but at least you’re there to help him.

— Pats your head

Okay everyone needs a good head pat. It’s honestly a thing that’s never failed him (for the most part). Sometimes he’s a little awkward with physical affection even thought he actually loves it. The most casually thing is to just pat your head and say “I love you good job”.

Riddle Rosehearts

— Listens without judgement

If you ever need to talk to him about your problems, he’s all ears. You can tell he’s listening closely because of his gaze. He really only sees you when you’re talking and nobody else. It’s very intense (ﾟ∀ﾟ)… Whether if you’re in the wrong or not, he doesn’t scold you on it and gives his earnest opinion.

— Checks up on you for no reason

Please pick up his calls or else he will think you got kidnapped or something. He sorta just calls you and you can hear the relief and happiness in his voice. When you two are together, he’s always staring at you— trying to read your facial expression. Don’t be surprised if he randomly stops by, he just does that. He doesn’t really have a reason nor does he have the time for that but he does it anyway.

[zwslvvie]

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ Riddle Rosehearts ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

Request from a friend

[riddleswhcre]

────۶ৎ the red thread of fate

the red thread of fate was meant to be an unbreakable bond. tom riddle refuses to believe in such foolish magic—until it ties him to you.

warnings: smut, oral(m receiving), face fucking, slapping.

──★ ˙a/n ̟ !! happy valentine’s, my loves. i just had to make tom suffer a little <3 enjoy. and as always, let me know what you think!

au more

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

there was never a moment of peace between you and tom riddle. from the very first day at hogwarts, the rivalry was cemented in stone—sharp words exchanged in potions class, relentless competition in transfiguration, and an unspoken war to prove who was superior. he was brilliant, untouchable, impossibly composed. but so were you.

“riddle,” you sneered, dropping your books onto the desk beside him.

he barely looked up. “what a pleasure it is to suffer your presence yet again.”

“shame you won’t feel that pleasure when i surpass you on slughorn’s next exam.”

his quill stilled, and for a second—just a second—you saw something flicker behind his eyes. amusement? irritation? whatever it was, it was gone as soon as it appeared. “bold of you to assume i wouldn’t obliterate you in the rankings yet again.”

“bold of you to assume i wouldn’t hex you before that happens.”

the dynamic was always the same—verbal sparring that bordered on dangerous, tension thick enough to be cut with a knife. neither of you backed down, neither willing to surrender the title of the best.

but tonight, none of that should have mattered. because tonight, the slytherin common room was hosting its infamous valentine’s event, and tom riddle had no interest in foolish displays of romance.

—

“i cannot believe you’re actually here.”

abraxas malfoy’s voice was laced with disbelief as he lounged beside tom, watching students gather around the dimly lit room, the enchanted candles flickering with a strange, almost anticipatory glow.

“i’m observing,” tom replied smoothly, arms crossed.

“observing what? desperate fools convincing themselves that some ancient magic will tell them who they’re meant to be with?”

“something like that.”

“if this thing actually works, you’re bound to get matched with someone unbearable.” abraxas smirked. “imagine if it’s rosier. or worse, slughorn himself.”

tom shot him a pointed look, unimpressed. “you’re insufferable.”

but before abraxas could reply, the room dimmed further. a hush fell over the crowd as the enchanted candles flared, filling the air with a soft, golden glow.

red threads of fate began to appear, weaving through the room like delicate strands of silk.

soft gasps. nervous laughter. whispers of awe.

tom remained motionless, indifferent—until he felt it.

a warmth curling around his pinky.

his breath stalled.

slowly, cautiously, he lifted his hand.

and there it was.

a thin red thread, wrapped tight around his finger, extending across the room.

leading straight to you.

your eyes met his, wide with the same realisation.

tom exhaled, something dark curling in his chest.

this could not be happening.

and yet, it was.

—

later, in the library, you toyed with the red thread between you, letting it wind between your fingers. “still ignoring me, riddle?” you mused, voice barely above a whisper.

tom didn’t look up from his book, but you saw the muscle in his jaw tighten. “you mistake silence for tolerance.”

you tugged on the thread lightly, watching as his fingers twitched. his breath hitched, just slightly, before he set his book down and met your gaze, dark eyes unreadable.

“do that again,” he murmured.

your smirk widened. you twisted the thread between your fingers, pulling it taut, and something flickered in tom’s gaze—something dangerous.

in a blink, he had you against the bookshelf, the wood pressing into your spine. his fingers wrapped around your throat, not tight, just enough to hold you in place. his lips ghosted over your ear.

“you think this is amusing?”

“i think you like it.”

a dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “on your knees.”

you hesitated, reveling in the way his grip tightened slightly, in the silent command that burned in his gaze.

“try again,” he said, and before you could react, his palm met your cheek in a sharp, stinging slap. not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who was in control.

your breath hitched, and tom smirked. “there’s a good girl.”

he undid his trousers with slow, deliberate ease, just enough to free himself. his cock was flushed, leaking with precum, the sight of you kneeling before him only fueling his arrogance.

“open wider,” he murmured, voice thick with command.

you did.

he slid himself past your lips, the weight of him heavy on your tongue. he groaned softly, leaning back, one hand braced above your head against the bookshelf, the other tangled in your hair, guiding your movements.

“just like that,” he muttered, voice tight, his head tipping back. “merlin, you look so much prettier like this.”

you hollowed your cheeks, teasing, taking him deeper, revelling in the way his fingers tightened against the wood, his control slipping, just a little.

and then—he took over.

his grip in your hair turned punishing, his hips snapping forward as he fucked into your mouth, ruthless and demanding. the sounds were obscene, his breath ragged as he forced you to take his cock deeper, pressing himself to the back of your throat. your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin as he used you, face-fucking you without mercy.

“good girl,” he groaned, voice strained. “just like that—fucking perfect.”

he didn’t stop until he was close, until his breath stuttered, until he pulled out at the last second, spilling over your face in hot, thick streams. you gasped for breath, satisfaction curling in your stomach at the way he looked down at you—disheveled, utterly wrecked.

he wiped a thumb over your cheek, collecting his mess before smearing it against your lips. “filthy,” he murmured. “but you like that, don’t you?”

your smirk was slow, smug. “admit it, riddle. you do too.”

his jaw clenched. “this changes nothing,” he muttered, though his pinky twitched with the thread still binding you together.

“sure, riddle,” you teased, licking your lips. “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

but you both knew the truth.

this changed everything.

tom lingered for a moment, his breath still uneven, his eyes burning into yours as if trying to convince himself otherwise. his lips parted, but whatever sharp remark he had planned died before it reached his tongue.

the thread between you pulsed, a silent taunt, a reminder that no matter how much he fought it, he was already ensnared.

you watched as his fingers twitched again, the smallest movement, betraying him. he clenched his jaw, straightened his robes, and stepped back—but not before you caught the hesitation in his gaze.

“we’re not finished,” he muttered.

a smug smile played on your lips. “we never are.”

and with that, he turned on his heel and walked away, but the red thread between you only pulled tighter.

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