#tom riddle x myrtle warren

[sofmaart]

Made a quick book cover immediately after reading the amazing fic “Bookbinding” by the incredible @saintsenara

Such a cute and fun story, highly recommend 💖

(Also I couldn’t decide whether I liked colored or white title, so you can decide)

Anyway f*ck TERFs

[ratdaisy]

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[searchingforobscurity]

Why do you love Tom/Myrtle?

Because I have a thing for soft girls with the capacity to be the biggest meanest most vengeful bitch who gets with the mysterious asshole who really just wants his head to be petted

[dystopianrebel]

One Trip is All it Takes

“It’s okay–” her mouth closed on its own when she turned to see the girl – who was utterly breathtaking. “Uhm…” Megaera’s brain short circuited while she took in what was before her; the other witch’s brown hair cascaded down her shoulders in seemingly soft waves while large round glasses framed golden brown eyes.

This Tom Riddle/Myrtle Warren oneshot, featuring trans female!Tom, was written for HP Rare Pear server’s Sapphic Fest! Enjoy 💚

[schmem14]

Day 18: Intercrural

Summary: Myrtle is a little creep who wants to know what makes Tom Riddle tick. Ship: Tom Riddle/Myrtle Warren CW: Rape/Non-con, Somnophilia, mentioned necrophilia, ghost sex, ambiguous ages Rating: Mature

List curated by @kinkuary (x)

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

I can't ship Tom X Myrtle Warren. Why do this ship have such a following on Tumblr?

No offense but can't see Tom falling for her

Not entirely sure if I'm the right person to answer this but I'll give it a whirl.

I believe it started as a crack ship that people then fell in love with. I imagine it's not unlike when you decide to read a monster fucking book, not expecting you'd be into it, and then suddenly you're into monster fucking books (not speaking from personal experience hahahaha 💀).

I do see the appeal and I like some Tom/Myrtle set when they're at school. It's definitely out of character for Tom, not going to argue even a little about how it could be canon, but sometimes shipping is about vibes and having fun, not about canon. I freely admit that Tom/Myrtle is impossible given canon, but here's the appeal: isn't it nice when the hot, evil overlord is into the plus-size, plain, crying one?

Of course you don't have to ship Tom/Myrtle. Being part of any fandom means you can ship or not ship whatever. I really only get irritable when I see 'fanon' traits insisted upon as canon - see Sirius Black's intelligence, or lack thereof in 'fanon' - but otherwise fandom is the wild, wild west of the imagination. Tom/Myrtle are having fun in saloons, I guess.

[slavicdelight]

METANOIA

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!reader

Summary: Metanoia - the journey of changing your mind, heart, self and way of life

Warnings: slightly ooc Tom, pureblood ideas, hits of murder

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Tom Riddle was a name recognized by everyone at Hogwarts. The infamous Slytherin Head Boy commanded respect from every student and even from professors, thanks to the aura surrounding him. However, what most people didn't know, or perhaps didn't care to notice, was that there was something sinister lurking behind his captivating gaze and mannerisms.

His friend group, constantly present by his side, consisted of members from the most well-known pureblood families. Tom considered himself superior to them because he possessed the blood of the noble Salazar Slytherin. By the age of 19, he had already committed horrifying acts, such as opening the Chamber of Secrets during his 5th year, resulting in the death of Myrtle Warren. He also murdered his remaining family around the same time. Furthermore, he created Horcruxes in order to reach immortality, which was one of his goals and the initial step towards becoming the greatest dark wizard in history.

Tom was a skilled manipulator. He had the ability to hide his true emotions, always putting on a mask of politeness. In addition, he was brilliant and could be described as an over-achiever. Tom thoroughly planned everything and never allowed setbacks to hinder him. There was only one person who saw right through him - Dumbledore, the person Tom despised the most in the entire school.

Tonight, Tom was strolling through the hallways of Hogwarts, carrying out his patrols as a Head Boy. Although it was generally a mundane duty, it had its advantages. One of them was being out after curfew without anyone questioning it. The corridors were dimly lit, so Tom had to cast a spell to produce light to see clearly."Lumos." he muttered, before continuing on his way. It appeared to be another uneventful night, where nothing of particular interest occurred.

As he was heading back to the Slytherin dorms, someone bumped into him, causing both teenagers to fall to the ground. "I'm so sorry," said a girl who appeared to be about the same age as him, possibly a year younger. He was about to reprimand her for running into him and give her detention for breaking curfew, but then he looked at her and was instantly captivated by the most beautiful pair of eyes he had even seen. They were warm and welcoming, but what truly enthralled him was their enchanting violet color, which sparkled under the light emerging from his wand.

"I should've watched where I was going," continued the witch. He cleared his throat and gave her a cold stare, trying to hide his intrigue. "Why aren't you in your dorm? It's past curfew," Tom questioned the girl. Another surprising thing was that he had no idea who she was. He only noticed the Ravenclaw emblem on her robes, indicating that she was a member of the eagle house. The Slytherin prided himself on knowing almost everyone at school, from students to professors, yet he didn't know her. How could someone with such captivating eyes escape his attention? "Oh, right. I got caught up in the library and forgot about the curfew," she explained. "I'll go straight to bed." With that, she tried to pass him and walk away.

She wanted to end the interaction as quickly as possible, knowing that Tom Riddle was trouble. Despite his perfect student persona, she sensed a hidden darkness beneath the surface and wanted to avoid getting involved. "Now, now. I can't possibly let the witch with such incredible eyes leave without knowing her name, can I?" he asked, causing her to freeze. "I fail to see how my name is of any interest to you, Riddle. I would prefer you not knowing it and allowing me to go.”

Tom didn't expect his charm not to work, but he hid his surprise. He wondered if the girl was brave or stupid, perhaps both. She didn't know that she piqued his interest, and that was something dangerous. "It hardly seems fair that you know me, but I don't know you, don't you think?" He took a step closer to her but didn't predict what she would do next. "No, I don't," she said, while taking a step back and bolting in another direction. The Head Boy simply stood there and let her get away. 'Let her run,' he thought. 'I shall find her anyway.' And with that, he continued on his way to the dorms.

The next morning, during breakfast, he scanned the Great Hall in search of her. Tom tried to be discreet, but his best friend, Abraxas Malfoy, noticed. Abraxas was his most reliable follower, someone Tom could trust. "What are you looking for, Riddle?" he asked. The boy with raven hair turned to glare at him and said, "It's none of your business, Malfoy." He was becoming increasingly frustrated that the witch from the previous night was nowhere to be found.

Finally, the girl made her entrance, walking into the hall accompanied by another girl. They both headed towards the Ravenclaw's table and took a seat. He couldn't help but gaze at her. It was as if she sensed his gaze, as she turned and looked directly into his eyes. Their staring contest continued until Headmaster Dippet began greeting students and wishing them a good day.

After finishing his meal, Tom made his way to the Potions classroom, his first subject of the day. He enjoyed this class, despite Professor Slughorn being a bit overwhelming. Tom was the professor's favorite student, excelling in this class just as he did in every other. He was an exceptionally talented wizard.

It turned out he shared the class with the violet-eyed witch. He wondered why he hadn't noticed her before. He took his usual seat and waited for the Ravenclaw student to enter, which didn't take long. She sat two rows ahead of him, accompanied by a boy he recognized as the Ravenclaw's seeker. Shortly after, Slughorn entered and the lesson began. Today, they had to brew an advanced potion called the Elixir to Induce Euphoria in pairs. As always, Tom was the first to finish his potion, with the help of his partner, Rosier. The potions professor, impressed with their work, allowed them to leave early. Tom decided to wait outside the classroom to talk to the girl who had sparked his interest and learn more about her.

As the girl walked out, he quickly grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the abandoned broom closet across the hall. She protested, but wasn't strong enough to break free from his grasp. Tom pushed her inside and blocked the entrance.

"Hello again," he said, noticing the anger on the girl's face. "What do you think you're doing? Let me go!" she yelled, attempting to escape from the classroom.

"No, I don't think I will," Tom replied. "What do you want, Riddle?" she questioned, gritting her teeth. Her captivating eyes locked with his, and he could swear they had the power to melt a man. But he was no ordinary man, and he wouldn't allow that to defeat him. "I already told you what I want," he started, before she interrupted, "and I already told you that you won't have that." The girl had some nerve, he had to give her that. "Listen, darling, either you tell me your name yourself or I'll find out on my own. But I would prefer to hear it from your beautiful lips.”

"And what?" she spat, her eyes narrowing with a mix of defiance and fear. "Will you force it out of me?" If looks could kill, he would already be six feet under. Tom's lips curled into a malicious smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You'll soon discover that I can be very..." He paused, relishing in the anticipation he was building. "...persuasive." The words hung in the air, sending a shiver down her spine. As he observed her reaction, he couldn't help but notice the subtle trembling of her breath, a sign that his presence and words were affecting her.

“If I tell you my name, would you stop pestering me about it?” she asked not looking into his eyes. Tom grabbed her chin and forced her head up, just enough for him to see her eyes. The Slytherin just nodded and took a step back. “Fine. My name is Y/N” she finally answered and moved past him, heading straight for the door. As Y/N was walking away she heard him say “Such a beautiful name, for someone with such extraodrinary eyes.”

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine as she left the broom closet, the encounter with Tom Riddle leaving her unsettled. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had just opened a door to a world of complications. Her day continued with classes, but her mind kept wandering back to the mysterious encounter with the enigmatic Head Boy.

Days turned into weeks, and Tom's fascination with Y/N only deepened. He started to make subtle attempts to engage her in conversation during Potions class or whenever their paths crossed in the hallways. Y/N, however, remained guarded, careful not to reveal too much about herself. She sensed danger around Tom, but there was also a part of her that felt an inexplicable connection, an undeniable intrigue that kept her from avoiding him completely. She didn’t like it, preferring to stay away from the drama that would undeniably follow her once she got too involved with the boy.

As time passed, Tom's pursuit became more relentless. He would show up unexpectedly in places where Y/N was, asking about her interests, her family, and her background. Y/N, althrough in the beginning sheltered and slightly annoyed, soon found herself drawn into conversations that danced on the edge of forbidden topics, and Tom, turn, discovered that there was more to Y/N than met the eye.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Tom found Y/N sitting by the Black Lake,reading a book . He approached her cautiously, and for the first time, his demeanor seemed less calculated, more genuine."You're a puzzle, Y/N," he said, his voice softer than usual. "I can't quite figure you out." Y/N turned to look at him, her violet eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. "Maybe some puzzles are meant to remain unsolved," she replied cryptically. Tom chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Maybe so, yet here we are. Both of us puzzling each other. But I do enjoy the challenge." he admitted. "And you, my dear, are the most intriguing challenge I've found at Hogwarts so far."

As the weeks turned into months, their interactions became more complex. Y/N found herself reluctantly drawn to Tom's charisma and intelligence, while Tom, discovered a more vulnerable side of himself. He couldn't quite understand why Y/N had such an effect on him, but he was determined to find out.

Their dynamic took a turn one evening in the Hogwarts library. Tom, managed to convince Y/N to join him in exploring the restricted section. As they looked through ancient tomes and hidden spells, Y/N couldn't ignore the growing tension between them. In the quiet space of the library, Tom leaned in, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "There's something about you, Y/N," he murmured, his breath sending shivers across her skin. "Something that both intrigues and unsettles me." Y/N looked at him curiously and asked “What is so unsettling about me?”. Tom only looked at her and leaning closer said “You’re making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

As they continued their meetings, the lines between friend and enemy slowly became blurred. Tom’s past and his ambitions started to rub off on her, making her question everything. But she wasn’t weak and wanted to stay true to the right side. She wasn’t about to go down the same path as the Slytherin boy, and wanted to make him see that it was wrong. Little did she know that the choices made in the upcoming months would shape the destiny of the wizarding world.

As the weeks unfolded, Y/N found herself in a dangerous position. The more time she spent with Tom Riddle, the clearer it became that he was wavering on the edge of darkness. His thirst for power, his relentless pursuit of immortality, and the shadows of his past painted a grim picture. Yet, among all this darkness, Y/N saw moments of vulnerability, moments where the mask slipped, revealing a fractured soul. Y/N couldn't ignore the pull she felt toward Tom, a pull that went beyond fascination. Beneath his charming facade, she noticed loneliness that mirrored her own.

One evening, as snowflakes danced outside the castle windows, Y/N found Tom alone in the library. The fire cast a glow on his face, making him appear more handsome than ever. Y/N hesitated but she knew she had to ask the next question. "Tom," she began softly, "there's something I've been meaning to ask you." He looked up, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "Ask away, Y/N."

"Why are you so afraid of letting people in?" she inquired, her voice gentle but filled with genuine curiosity. Tom's eyes moved towards her, she could see suffering behind them. He took a deep breath before replying to her."People often betray and are fake in order to get what they want from you. After they get it, they leave and never come back.” Y/N took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "But it's also lonely, isn't it? To carry the weight of responsibilities on your shoulders without anyone to share it with."

Tom's mask wavered, revealing the boy beneath the facade. "Loneliness is a small price to pay for greatness," he stated, but a small amount of doubt could be seen in his eyes. "Maybe attaining greatness isn’t meant to be done alone." Y/N suggested. "Maybe it's in the connections we make, the people we let in"

In the days that followed, Y/N continued to challenge Tom's perspective. She introduced him to the joy of laughter, the warmth of genuine friendships, and the beauty of simple moments. As the walls around his heart slowly crumbled, Y/N became a beacon of light in his world, a reminder that there was more to life than power and darkness.

One evening, beneath the sky covered in stars, Y/N and Tom found themselves strolling through the Hogwarts grounds. Tom, usually composed, seemed uncertain, as if something was bothering him. "You don't have to be alone, Tom," Y/N whispered, her words carrying the weight of sincerity. "There's goodness in you, which you only have to choose." For the first time, Tom Riddle looked genuinely conflicted. The darkness within him warred with the flickers of light that Y/N had ignited. He was standing on the crossroads where the choices made would shape the future.

In the quiet of the night, Y/N extended her hand, a silent invitation to choose a different path. Tom hesitated, his gaze locking onto hers. And in that moment, the boy who had been consumed by shadows took a small step toward the light, changing the course of history forever. The journey towards redemption would be a long one, but with Y/N by his side, Tom Riddle was confident in succeeding. He realized that greatness could be found not in the pursuit of power but in the capacity to love and be loved.

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A/N: let me introduce you to my first ever Tom Riddle imagine. The obsession I have with this man is unhealthy. Anyway let me know if you enjoyed it. Thank you for all the support ♡

[weirdraccoon]

Flufftober Day 1: "I've got you"

Tomarry - Tom Riddle x Harry Potter.

!!! - Murder. Fluff and Angst.

“I’ve got you.”

Harry was in shock. He was staring with wide frightened eyes at the blood in his hands. 

He felt dirty. He was dirty. His hands were red and dripping and the girl was lying on the ground still and silent. Not even her breathing was heard. A few minutes ago her cries were pitiful and angry and scared.

She had been so angry.

And also so scared.

“Come on, Harry,” Tom whispered frantically. “We have to go before someone finds us.”

Before someone finds her.

Before someone saw Harry with her blood all over himself.

“She- she was going to tell,” he mumbled brokenly.

“Hush, hush, I know, love,” Tom said, pulling on Harry’s robes to lead him towards the sinks. “I know. I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’ll take care of this, don’t say anything.”

Myrtle Warren had seen them. 

She was fascinated with Harry and she followed him that night. Harry was preoccupied and didn’t see her until it was too late. She threatened to tell everyone. She demanded Harry go out with her or else she’d destroy Tom’s reputation. His chances of working in the Ministry would be null and even in muggle London he’ll be known as a fairy. Her parents had important positions, apparently.

Harry didn’t even realize he had done it.

It wasn’t the first time he heard those infuriating insults. It wasn’t even the first time he heard someone threaten a loved one because of it. Sirius and Remus were the prime examples after all. However, they didn’t care about the Ministry’s beliefs or the Black family shunning them. They traveled for work, and Remus didn’t have to worry about his furry problem, as Sirius called it, since he and Sirius were they’re own bosses. 

Tom, however, wanted to change things. He told Harry- He promised that one day they would be together, publicly, without bigoted people daming them for their love.

It would take time and it required too much effort in manipulating and lying to certain people, but Harry thought it’d be possible. He wanted to believe that, in the future, love would be what mattered and not who shared it.

How could something be wrong when it was too good to be true? Too pure? Too… fulfilling?

Tom deposited Harry in the main hall of the chamber, ordering their basilisk to “clean the mess upstairs” while he tended to his beloved. With gentle hands and slow motions, Tom cleaned Harry’s hands and face and threw the knife he used far away from them.

At least Aunt Bella would be happy to know Harry used her Yule gift. 

“You’re fine,” Tom murmured lovingly, waving his wand over Harry’s robes to siphon the blood. “You’re fine, darling. I love you. I love you so much.”

Harry was still staring ahead, lost in thoughts and memories of blood, blood, blood. But with Tom’s hands around his and his scent so close and his words promising everything would be al right…

Harry felt warm.

He closed his eyes.

He was safe.

Tom’s got him.

[topoeiaz]

Chapter 1: From Me to You I'd Love to See Me From Your Point of View (HP) Tom Riddle x OC

18+ blog • minors dni

word count: 2.3k

hp masterlist • pov masterlist • ao3

Mid-June, 1943, Hogwarts found itself housing multiple petrified students, one of whom was named Myrtle Warren. The cause of her near-demise had been the bare eyes of Slytherin’s basilisk, who had met Warren’s eyes under the hissed order from its current master.

Tom Riddle had not expected someone to be in the room when he decided to call on the serpent as a glance to the bathroom stalls had told him that none were occupied. As it had turned out, the one stall that was in use had been warded and charmed to contain the caster’s sobs and imitate the next stall’s appearance of unuse. Warren had always been a studious girl, striving to represent her house of eagles ever since her sorting ceremony. Her unfortunate constant as a victim of bullying meant that she knew certain tips that would help evade her tormentors. Hence, her precautionary spells to the stall she had turned to for comfort. It was just unfortunate that this had led to an unwelcomed ordeal.

The click of a door and a feminine voice calling out had Tom panicked. In that split second, he had to quickly come up with an escape route, and what better than to get rid of the witness to his schemes? After all, dead men tell no tales. The basilisk obeyed his rash decision easily and looked straight ahead at the trembling girl. However, graced by Magic, it seemed, the room suddenly lit up in blue and an almost-translucent creature passed by its vision just as Warren locked her eyes with the serpent. Having exposed to its fatal eyes indirectly, the third-year did not collapse lifelessly and instead, stilled in her spot, eyes wide with surprise clear on her face.

Setting the situation with Warren aside for the meantime, both, Tom and the basilisk, turned to regard the glowing newcomer who was now looping in the air to reduce its momentum to a slow pace. As it drew closer to the flabbergasted pair, Tom managed to make out its feline form in all its regalia; whether it was a leopard or a panther – or whatever else, really – he wasn’t well-versed enough in the topic to pinpoint its species.

Now standing only an arm’s reach away from him, he noticed that it was holding onto something oddly shaped with its mouth. It jutted its chin out and he tentatively placed a hand out which seemed to be the correct thing to do as it then leaned in to drop the object onto his palm. Upon closer inspection, the – gift? – turned out to be a paper crane, and its imperfect folds and creases told him that the person behind all this unexpected confusion had manually crafted it. A glance to the big cat showed its patient eyes looking right back at him and he surmised that it wanted him to do something with the paper.

With narrowed eyes, he aimlessly unfolded the crane into a piece of square paper, each step exposing the ink on it which eventually revealed to be words:

               Restricted Section, Shelf 23, Title: Soul Maintenance

Satisfied with Tom’s actions, the patronus chuffed out lightly and stepped back. He watched in hidden awe as it pranced into the air and took speed in leaving the room, back where it came from – that is, through the wall. The light blue tint to the room vanished along with the stranger and Tom paused for a moment to process his current predicament.

“Master. The girl.”

The hissing snapped him out of his thoughts and his gaze fell onto the unmoving student. Filing away the memories of the patronus and the book recommendation to further examine later, he sighed as he considered ways to deal with Warren. Using an Unforgiveable to kill her off would undoubtedly raise alarm in the Hogwarts magical wards so that was out of the question. There were ways he could take her defenceless life and stage the scene to imitate an accident, but one misstep would make the perpetrator traceable and he couldn’t risk that. Perhaps now was the time to take advantage of Rubeus Hagrid’s secret pet and pin the crimes onto the unsuspecting Gryffindor. The petrification aspect could be explained by the venom of the Acromantula after all.

Tom gave himself a moment to fully foolproof the plan, giving his serpent partner the order to lie low as usual in the chamber. A solid plan, he decided. First and foremost, he needed to obliviate Warren. Set on his task, he ignored her unrelated memories and focussed only on the ones he needed. It wasn’t until dinner that day that he learned of his victim’s name.

It was a solemn meal that night. Headmaster Armando Dippet had explained the situation and shared that the aurors have been dispatched to investigate the incidents of the petrification of the student body. Aside from acting to blend in amongst the crowd’s surprise and fear, Tom paid half his attention to Dippet and gave subtle glances around the hall in hopes to catch a hint of the caster behind the patronus charm earlier. Whoever it was, however, seemed to have their guard up and Tom left dinner just as clueless of their identity as ever.

Back at the Slytherin Common Room, under the privacy of a ward, Tom reassured his circle of friends that the investigation would not give away their involvement in the situation. They shared his bafflement when he told them of the mysterious interruption and their letter, none of them any wiser of the possible suspect, to his dismay.

He had borrowed the book that the note had named earlier that day, making use of the Restriction Section pass that Professor Horace Slughorn had entrusted him with. The subject of the book gave him an inkling that whoever the author of the note was, they seemed to have clocked onto his interest in Horcruxes. That was a terrifying thought and there was now a dreaded possibility that they would divulge his secret.

And so, he added another point to his to-do list: prepare a defence for a confrontation of his fascination with the Dark Arts.

The odd thing behind this entire event, besides the mysterious person seemingly knowing his plans, was their willingness to keep his secrets. True, the timing of the patronus and Warren’s situation could have been a mere coincidence, but he didn’t like to leave things up to happenstance. There was now an unknown variable in his plans and so, he had to disappointingly put them on a pause. Their existence was throwing him into a spiral and he could already feel his head hurting. He was never a fan of uncertainty and this prolonged enforced vigilance was already tiring. Magic on his side, however, it wasn’t long before he came to learn of their identity.

June passed by without any more petrification incidents. The culprit behind the victims’ unfortunate situations had been caught about a week after the fateful day and words spread that Hogwarts had Tom to thank for. Tom’s plan a success, Hagrid was apprehended for the crime, citing that his Acromantula had been the cause of the students’ petrified state and that he would be expelled from Hogwarts for the danger he had brought upon the school.

The semester ended on that note and soon enough, the students were boarding the train back to London.

Paying half a mind to the chatter of his friends around him, Tom spent most of the ride with his eyes trained on his book. His thoughts occasionally wandered to the patronus that he had been graced to see in close distance. The Patronus Charm was a highly advanced magic that many schools had apparently decided was too difficult to bother including it in the syllabus. As far as he knew, only some Hogwarts staffs were capable of such magic and they were high on the list of suspects he had considered. To be able to maintain their patronus for a long period of time and have it understand its caster enough to pass on a physical message to someone, he wondered just how powerful the big cat patronus’ caster was.

Bemusement was significant that day when he had met the feline, so it was only afterwards when he had a chance to look back on the occurrence that he had felt the patronus’ effect. It was subtle as he only had his subconscious memory to rely on, but the feeling of calmness had definitely touched him. In hindsight, perhaps that was why he had even bothered to entertain the situation and pay heed to the patronus without losing his total cool. The patronus wasn’t his so it felt odd to feel emotions beside his own. It was weird enough that that was possible to experience – how exactly do you explain feeling another set of emotions that wasn’t yours? Accompanying the peace was elation and pleasantness, and he felt a twinge of bitterness when they felt unfamiliar to him. There was a reason why he could never manage even a wisp of Patronus magic.

Now, as the train slowed down to a stop at King’s Cross Station, he was reminded of the poised figure that stood proudly in that dingy bathroom; the way it emitted the faint but distinct glow onto the room and the rush of magical energy that made up its being. The beauty that Magic was capable of had never failed to impress him and it disgruntled him that the traditions that had shaped Magic into what it was now were being taken away to incorporate more muggle ones. Gone, were the cultures that celebrated Magic.

Clearing his thoughts to ground himself back into reality, he grabbed his belongings and made his way out of the train. Just before he could bid his friends goodbye on the platform, he heard a call of his name. All nearby heads turned to see a girl approaching Tom with an unfailing bright expression, a plain paper bag in hand. This was a familiar sight to many; a girl seeking out Tom with a confession of love, only to receive a – feigned – empathetic rejection from the boy. He could almost feel the pitying gazes around them and yet, the nearing girl didn’t let that deter her.

Despite the absence of her trunk, Tom recognised her to be a student. It’d be slightly concerning if he didn’t, seeing as they have had multiple classes together throughout the past five years. They had never shared a conversation together, however, apart from the quick greetings when they would recognise each other. Theana Grace was friendly enough of a year mate.

Mirroring Thea’s cordial smile, Tom greeted her equally once she had stopped in front of him. “Grace. How can I help you?” He had no doubts that stories of his rejections have made its way throughout his year so, giving credit where credit was due, he applauded her unwavering confidence.

Except, the expected confession did not leave her lips.

“It’s been a while since then but I do hope that Pinky left a good impression on you.”

He had a quick flashback to the bathroom incident with how unexpectedly confused she had rendered him and he simply blinked at her. “I’m sorry- Pinky?”

“Oh! My panther, I mean.”

His lips parted in surprise and his mind halted at her revelation. There was no mistaking which panther she meant and that was two questions answered. One, the identity of the reason behind his unrest this past couple of days; and two, what breed of cat the patronus was.

With these two thoughts ramping up in his brain, he couldn’t have possibly confronted Thea with her actions at this moment, in public, so he settled onto the next quick thing he could think of. “I was unsure if it was a leopard or a panther.”

Amusement widened her grin and she held back a chuckle at seeing Tom with his mind in chaos. Years of examining him unnoticeably in school meant that she could pick up on the tiny tell-tale signs of his inner voice.

“I’m no expert in animals either but I’m fairly sure they’re the same breed.”

“Oh.” It wasn’t often that Tom felt stupefied.

Deciding to cut him some slack, Thea decided to skip the small talk. “As for why I’m here, I’ve got a gift for you.”

She brought her paper bag up and extended it to him, who, in his stupor, accepted it with only little hesitation. He was beginning to theorise that a patronus reflected their caster, in which, both of them had done a great job at catching him off-guard.

“What…”

“I thought you might like these titles so I’ve picked a couple out.” She glanced away for a moment to the station’s clock and he felt urgency when he knew what was coming. Before he could speak, however, she was quick to continue. “Sorry, I’ve got someone waiting for me so I should head home now. I’ll see you next semester?”

“Wait-”

She took a step back and he unknowingly followed after her with a foot forward. Her apologetic look was enough to wrap up their talk and he reluctantly sighed in defeat. “I’ll see you then, Grace.”

With a final bid of goodbye, she turned away and he watched as she made her way to the designated floo system in the station. A rage of green flames, and she was gone. As if she had taken his sense of calmness away with her, he felt frustration settle in his bones when it clicked in his brain that he would have to spend two months without a way to appease the curiosity in him about her purpose.

Ignoring the way some onlookers were gaping at him – they couldn’t hear their conversation so all they had seen was Tom seemingly trying to stop Thea from leaving – he acknowledged his friends’ puzzlement with a simple, “that’s our mystery patronus person.”

More surprise, understandably so.

None of the boys had ever talked about her, him included, so he had no hope that any of them knew anything about Thea. That would change come next semester, he promised. But for now, he had a gift to unwrap.

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[searchingforobscurity]

I am surprised the Tyrtle ship is so popular here. What an odd pair

They’re so odd and I think that’s what draws me to them! I’ve really only read one fic that convinces me it’s plausible (Bookbinding by @saintsenara) but they remind me of Sherlock and Molly from the BBC show, my first fandom otp <3

and odd pairs are my irl life

[tomyrtle]

Bound into insanity — Bound into eternity

Tom Riddle x Moaning Myrtle

Part 1/31 < here

Story summary: Myrtle Warren never becomes Moaning Myrtle, moreover, she never dies, and most importantly, she gets rid of her acne. In her quest for revenge, she decides to seduce the most handsome (and incidentally hated by her) boy at Hogwarts, Tom Riddle, but even her makeover from ugly duckling into a beautiful swan has not prepared her for the unexpected complications caused by a badly brewed love potion.

Is it a WIP?: No. This is a series; first part "Bound into insanity - Bound into eternity" is around 200k words long and I've finished writing it in late March 2024. The second part is titled "Bound into eternity - Bound into depravity", and is currently a WIP sitting at around 100k words (I'm not really stuck in the middle, but writting middles is the worst, please sedate me lmao). I always finish my fics, so there's no danger of getting invested in a story only to find out it's been last updated in 2009 (I know the pain). The publication schedule will be once a week, usually Fridays mornings.

Most important tags: slow burn (a painfully slow one, believe me); Tom Riddle: a manipulative,possessive cute little thief 😇🚩; mild? stockholm syndrome; mind games; horcruxes; BODY SWAP; yule ball; school play; dubious consent (when we finally arrive there); and of course last but not least: Tom Riddle is his own warning (and he's so babygurl at it).

What do I as an author love about this fic the most?: The humour. There's copious amounts of it included, a lot of it rooted in the body swap itself (it lasts for several chapters and includes some gender-specific 'occurences'), however Myrtle being both boy-crazy and a prude at the same time definitely is a treat in itself.

Please do keep in mind that this story is being translated from Polish. I'm not an English native speaker. I'm open to discussion and concrit.

A sneak peak of how Myrtle views Tom:

Had she said he was not ravishingly handsome, she would have been sent straight to the ninth circle of hell for such an outright lie. The contrast between his alabaster skin and black curls gave him such a noble appearance that he could easily have passed for a member of one of the most prestigious pureblood families. This image was only reinforced by high cheekbones, a gaunt face full of sharp angles, and black eyes framed by long lashes, which, with their charm, made it impossible for girls to look away. Aside from looking like a young man snatched alive from the pages of classic romances, Tom Riddle also presented himself to the world as such. Questioned about him, Myrtle would have said she hadn't been paying him any attention, though the truth was much different. No, by no means did she stare at him with her tongue hanging out (only occasionally), but she watched with envy as he wrapped everyone around his finger. She believed that their academic results were similar in many areas (excluding Defence Against Dark Magic, in which he was second to none), but it was he, the golden boy, who collected all the accolades and was lavished with points. Myrtle once stole his graded essay and compared it with hers - apart from the different means of communication, the information contained in their essays was identical with the difference of one extra sentence. By mere peculiarity, Riddle got an outstanding grade and she got an exceeds expectation grade, which she considered to be favouritism mixed with sexism. Not without reason did the Slug Club consist entirely of boys.

If you're interested in reading, you can find the first chapter HERE.

[schmem14]

HP Kinkuary 2025 Masterlist

I've done it again! It's been a gruelling writing marathon! 28 fics in 28 days 31,652 words 29 different ships, most of them rare 2 new ships launched

*Author's favorites will be marked with an asterisk*

*Day 1: Age Gap Summary: Harry used to have a massive crush on his former professor, who has returned from the dead to haunt him.  Ship: Teddy Lupin/Harry Potter, Remus Lupin/Harry Potter CW: teacher/student, Age 17 sexual content, pseudoincest, mildly dubious consent Rating: Explicit

*Day 2: Somnophilia Summary: George wakes from vivid dreams to find himself thoroughly used. Ships: Fred Weasley/George Weasley, see end notes for spoiler tag CW: Incest, Extremely dubious consent, Elements of Rape/Non-con, Implied Drugging, Rough Sex Rating: Explicit

Day 3: Scent Summary: Couch surfing with your best friend and unrequited crush the night of a full moon doesn’t have to be a bad thing… right? Ship: Lavender Brown/Parvati Patil CW: Werewolf AU, Discrimination Rating: Explicit

Day 4: Consent Play Summary: Cormac has always wanted Hermione. He’ll take her any way he can get. Ship: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Cormac McLaggen/Ron Weasley CW: CNC, kink negotiation, rough sex, bondage, derogatory language, spoiler tag in end notes Rating: Explicit

Day 5: Humiliation Summary: Severus has an axe to grind, and he’s going to ruin someone else’s day over it. Ship: Gilderoy Lockhart/Severus Snape CW: WHUMP, dubious consent, extortion, hate sex, dirty talk, derogatory language Rating: Mature

*Day 6: Edging/Overstimulation Summary: Bartemius Crouch hires yet another assistant. Will this one be willing to go the distance, or be discarded like the others? Ship: Bartemius Crouch Sr./Percy Weasley CW: Employer/Employee, BDSM Rating: Mature

Day 7: Gagging/Choking Summary: Voldemort isn’t jealous… he just wants to put Severus Snape in his place. Ship: Severus Snape/Voldemort CW: WHUMP, Hazing, Humiliation, Rough sex, Jealousy, Legilimency Rating: Explicit

Day 8: Sex Toys Summary: Cho wins the game, but Millicent is the one who scores. Ship: Millicent Bullstrode/Cho Chang CW: None Rating: Explicit

Day 9: Breeding Summary: Ron comes down with a bad case of baby fever. Ship: Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley CW: Infidelity, Daddy kink, Implied pregnancy Rating: Explicit

*Day 10: Exhibitionism Summary: Sirius invites Remus for a midnight ride. Ship: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CW: Unrequited love, UST Rating: Explicit

Day 11: Collaring Summary: Pansy shows up to Slytherin pub night wearing a fancy new necklace. Ship: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson CW: Light BDSM Rating: Explicit

Day 12: Daddy/Mommy Kink Summary: The Weasley siblings have noticed that the bond between Percy and their mother is suspiciously close… Ship: Molly Weasley/Percy Weasley, see end notes for spoiler CW: Incest, Lactation kink, Funerals Rating: Mature

*Day 13: Bondage/Restraints Summary: Harry’s reconnaissance mission goes south… Ship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter CW: mildly dubious consent, legilimency Rating: Mature

Day 14: Possessiveness Summary: Being friends with Ginny Weasley comes at a price. Ship: Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley CW: None Rating: Explicit

*Day 15: Size Kink Summary: Hagrid washes ALL his clothes on Laundry Day. Ship: None, but Rubeus Hagrid is heavily objectified CW: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism Rating: Mature

Day 16: Come Play Summary: George needs a taste tester for his new line of X-rated joke shop products. Ship: Harry Potter/George Weasley CW: Come eating Rating: Explicit

Day 17: Fisting Summary: There’s a secret sex club in Knocturn Alley, and it’s the perfect place to blow off some steam… Ship: Arthur Weasley/Lucius Malfoy CW: infidelity Rating: Explicit

*Day 18: Intercrural Summary: Myrtle is a little creep who wants to know what makes Tom Riddle tick. Ship: Tom Riddle/Myrtle Warren CW: Rape/Non-con, Somnophilia, mentioned necrophilia, ghost sex, ambiguous ages Rating: Mature

Day 19: Xeno (Monsterfucking) Summary: Oliver whores himself out to save his starving village. Ship: Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood CW: Mermaid AU, Food insecurity, dubious consent, rough sex Rating: Mature

Day 20: Omegaverse Summary: Pansy’s running scared—until she bumps into him… Ship: Pansy Parkinson/Percy Weasley CW: Attempted assault Rating: Mature

*Day 21: Rimming Summary: Colin Creevey is honoured to be appointed Team Whore. Ship: Colin Creevey/Harry Potter CW: None Rating: Explicit

*Day 22: Impact Play Summary: Fred accidentally discovers Madam Pince’s secret sex dungeon. Ship: Irma Pince/Fred Weasley CW: Staff/Student, BDSM, UST Rating: Explicit

Day 23: Chastity Play Summary: Harry is struggling to adjust to his new life as Voldemort’s Whore-crux Ship: Harry Potter/Voldemort CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-Con, Extremely Dubious Consent, BDSM, Orgasm Denial, Voldemort Wins AU Rating: Mature

Day 24: Bites/Bruises Summary: Making nice after decades of animosity tends to get a bit violent. Ship: Narcissa Malfoy/Molly Weasley, Background Lucius Malfoy/Arthur Weasley CW: Infidelity, Rough play, (possible cousin incest??) Rating: Mature

Day 25: Virginity Summary: It’s the second chance romance Hermione has always craved. Ship: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley CW: A teensy tiny bit of POV-relevant Ron bashing Rating: Explicit

Day 26: Cockwarming Summary: Harry and Cedric are caught in the act. Ship: Cho Chang/Cedric Diggory/Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter CW: None Rating: Explicit

Day 27: Piercings Summary: Percy is the reluctant participant in typical Weasley sibling shenanigans. Ship: Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley CW: None Rating: Explicit

Day 28: Wildcard-Pegging Summary: Ron has been drooling over Fleur for years. Imagine his surprise when she finally responds to the attentions… Ship: Fleur Delacour/Ron Weasley CW: Infidelity, BDSM, Minor Blood, Rough sex Rating: Explicit

[sleepinthegardenxxx]

Prologue

Summary: He was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fantasy. And together they made magic.

TW: death

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Adelaide Hale (0.8k words)

The last of the snow was melting and Myrtle Warren had been dead for three days before Adelaide Hale came to understand the heavy weight of her situation. She had been missing for nearly 48 hours before she was found laying in the girls' lavatory on the first floor by a third year. It was one of the biggest investigations in the school's history - enforced curfews, professors searching the dormitories; combing through Myrtle's personal effects, even talk of Hogwarts being shut down for the unforeseeable future.

It was hard to believe that Adelaide and Dumbledore's simple plan could have worked so well despite recent events. It was more Dumbledore's plan, really. A notion he had to change the actions of a single man. It wasn't a secret society back then, not even a shadow of a rebellion. It was just an odd and cryptic old man with insights into the future and a young girl tasked with being a hero.

Adelaide hadn't meant to hide the body where it couldn't be found. In fact, she hadn't hidden it at all but had hoped that some unlucky professor or student or ghost would stumble upon where she had found it before anyone even noticed she was missing. There wasn't much to interpret. Myrtle lay on the ground, her eyes wide open and her mouth agape, all of her muscles stiff as the lavatory floor slowly filled with water from the single faucet that had been left running. A tragic accident, no more, no less. Myrtle fell down and hit her head or fell unconscious due to some undiagnosed condition. No one lived forever, not even in the wizarding world. And it might have been left at that, at silent tears and a small eulogy delivered by Headmaster Dippet in the Great Hall, had it not been for the storm that fell that night. It sent the students to bed early that night with no one allowed outside the castle walls until the rain let up, and the storm raged through the following day, cancelling classes and leaving the students to wander through the castle with no direction.

She had thought Myrtle would be found faster that way. Surely someone was bound to wander into the first floor lavatory at some point during the day. But as the water began to fill the room, professors and the headmaster were convinced the storm had broke past the stone walls of the castle and begun to leak, so they blocked off the area, waiting until the rain stopped completely to drain the floor of water and repair the supposed leak.

It wasn't until the next day when everyone began to grow weary. It had started with exchanged looks of confusion between Professor Dumbledore and a few select students when the ever so tedious Myrtle hadn't shown up when classes resumed. Dumbledore's eyes then fell to Adelaide before giving her a long and pointed stare, holding her gaze for a few seconds before moving on and beginning the lesson.

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In spite of the shared panic and mass hysteria that had filled Hogwarts for the first time since its doors had opened, Adelaide remained visibly calm, willing away the cold feeling that rushed over her blood, chilling her bones. Because she knew what had happened. She could call it a hunch, a feeling, or even intuition. But that would be a lie. She'd heard the whispers behind the stone walls of the school corridors in passing. And at times, she could have sworn the statues lining the hallway were whispering, too. She knew the reason why, and she was partially responsible. And yet, she walked through it - through the whispered conversations, the distressed looks of the headmaster, even the flashes of cameras in the distance, no doubt there for the Daily Prophet. Walking through it was easy. Walking away, however, was something else entirely.

As time passed and the search had come to a close, life had grown quiet again. In her newfound relief, she came to realize that while she had always imagined herself in a different light, perhaps she had been here all this time: living in the grey areas, somewhere between the shore and the moon. It was almost impossible to resist, the charm of it all. It was dangerous.

And so she found herself caught between two sides of a battle that had yet to take place, forced to choose and pulled in nearly every direction.

Maybe years from now, he would find his name in a book she wrote. A book about an antihero who tasted of heartache and war. He would read about moments that would trigger age-old memories that he'd buried somewhere so deep that he had begun to believe they no longer existed and it'll hurt him like it hurt her now, that they could have been so much more. That they almost made it. Almost. 

And maybe, they could have really saved each other. That didn't happen of course. Things never happened like she imagined them.

[roleplayfinder]

Hi, I'm Eduardo (Ed or Eddie for short) and I'm 21 almost 22 searching an rp partner willing to rp harry Potter with me (I only rp on tumblr though, I don't use discord anymore).

The rp is specifically a of x canon character rp, that centers around my oc x Tom Riddle that plays during Tom's & my OCS sixth year & hopefully expected to continue after Hogwarts and such. It begins when Hogwarts starts again after summer break, before summer break was also when Tom Riddle had opened the chamber of secrets & killed Myrtle Warren/Moaning Myrtle.

The rp is gonna be obviously involve a bit of dead dove in the sense that it'll be a dark kind of twisted romance, Tom will still be his canon sadistic and cold personality with the exception that my oc is the only one who he feels a ounce of emotion to, emotions even he doesn't grasp or understand. It's not gonna be a healthy relationship or ship, which is why I even like this oc x canon character ship of mine. It's a story that's about a relationship that's doomed from the start.

My OC, who's name is Leon Sinclair, is a pure-blooded Gryffindor student who's family are descendants of Merlin. In my AU, the Sinclair family due to being descendants of Merlin, are treated almost like Wizarding Royalty.

Also I won't discourage if you want to add your own OCS into the mix as like side characters and such. But nonetheless, feel free to contact me if interested.

Oh and it'll be 18+ since smut and heavy topics are expected to occur.

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[hp-mcd-fest]

Day 21

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Title: Snake Eyes

Characters/pairing: Tom Riddle/Myrtle Warren Rating: M Word count/length: 1414 words Warnings: MCD, dubious consent, manipulative relationship Summary: There’s a single moment, between yellow eyes and nothingness, where she remembers. [Or - What if Myrtle wasn't a random victim of Tom Riddle? What if he was someone she knew, even someone she loved?] Chapters: 1

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[jamilelucato]

2. Candy Store [hog. heathers]

Summary: This story is based on Heathers, the musical. It’s set in Hogwarts, back in the last year Tom Riddle studied there. Y/N is a Ravenclaw student.

Pairing: Tom Riddle x reader (later on)

Heathers Series || Musical Hogwarts List A/N: If you wanna be tagged, ask! There are references in this that probably don’t match the period so please forgive me and let it slide. This is short but next ones are bigger, I promise!

Tag List: @just-an-outstanding-auror @starcrossedyanderes @doctorriddle​ @cchris-a @truly-insatiable​

Life at Hogwarts was beautiful. You couldn’t remember how was it like before you had befriended the Heathers.

The four of you walked together everywhere, and because of them, people now noticed you. They would say hi, they’d give you candy. You had even received love letters — but no guy who did it was quite interesting.

The Heathers were complexed people, more than you could have ever imagined.

Heather McNamara was such a sweet and caring girl, but also an evil little thing if someone messed with her. Heather Duke was incredibly smart, even though she prefered to play dumb around cute guys and Heather Chandler. You couldn’t understand why would someone pretend to be stupid, but she never liked you much, so you never asked why.

Heather Chandler, however, was the exact same persona as the one she played around the rest of the students. She was a bitch, filled with mean words inserted in neutral comments. You’d think she could be complimenting you if you didn’t pay much attention to the real significance behind her phrases.

It was starting to be a bit hard to be a good student and a popular girl, so many times than you’d like to admit, you were avoiding Myrtle. It wasn’t with bad intentions, it’s just ‘cause you had no free time anymore.

At first, you two would gossip about the Heathers all night, but then you started needing the nights to study, and then for partying... Life was a mess, and you really didn’t want to drown Myrtle with you.

You’ve started noticing that the Heathers were generally mean for no reason at all. They’d make fun of nerdy boys and laugh at fat girls just because they existed, and that was making you uncomfortable, but you never said a thing because you didn’t think it was really your place to stop them.

Until one day...

“Y/N, could you write something for me?” H. Chandler asked, sitting down next to you at a table in the Library.

The other two Heathers followed her lead.

“Sure. Another forgery?” you asked since that was basically all they asked you to write because the Heathers knew you are good at it.

“Yes,” Chandler confirmed with a smirk. “Are you familiarized with Ram’s handwriting?”

“Ram Sweeney? From Gryffindor?” you asked, just to make sure you were on the same page.

“The one,” validated H. Duke, chuckling.

That was going to be an easy one. You knew all about Ram because of Myrtle. She couldn’t shut up about the bo — they were neighbours since babies and Myrtle had hopes he fancied her back. You highly doubted but never mentioned.

Heather Chandler gave you a piece of paper. “Write: I want you to come to the Gryffindor party this Saturday because it is time that you know how much I love you. We were meant for each other from the beginning, and I want to be with you. Please come to the party.”

While she dictated, you wrote it in your best attempt of copying Ram’s writing. It still seemed a little weird — Ram was dumb, he would never speak to someone like that, but who were you to complain.

It was going to be one hell of prank. Poor girl.

“What’s the name?” you asked, closing the paper and preparing to write the name of the girl.

The three Heathers exchanged looks before bursting into laughter.

“Myrtle Warren,” said Heather Duke.

You stopped writing at the ‘y’. “What?”

Heather Chandler leaned closer to you.

“Just write, y/N,” she whispered in a very harsh tone. You gulped, finishing the name in the paper.

“You are not going to give this to her, are you?”

The Slytherin Heather laughed while the Gryffindor one simply smiled.

“No, I’m gonna keep it,” mocked Chandler. “Of course I’m gonna give it to her.”

And with that, Chandler stole the paper from your hands before you could say something.

“Heather, please don’t do it,” you said, getting up from your chair and following the Gryffindor around.

“Chill, y/N. It’s gonna be fun.”

“It’s gonna hurt Myrtle. Please don’t do it,” you asked again, this time attempting to steal the paper from her hands.

H. Chandler, who was finding everything funny, broke her smile and stared with a killer look at you. She walked away with McNamara on her side, and H. Duke was laughing at your face while you stood paralyzed.

H. Chandler was going to kill you for that. Damn it, what were you thinking??

You sat back at your chair, facing the Library’s door, hoping H; Chandler would come back with the letter still in her hands and saying she wasn’t going to do it.

That was not what happened, however.

She returned with a mad face, no paper in hands. Heather Duke smiled triumphantly, she was hoping for your downfall from the beginning. Only Heather McNamara didn’t look too excited. She had grown into liking you.

“Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?” Chandler asked, raising her brows. She wasn’t afraid someone would scold her for the volume because no one would have the guts. “You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick? I’d normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch. But I’m feeling nice, here’s some advice. Listen up, biotch!”

You tried to get up from the chair, to explain yourself, but Heather Duke didn’t let you.

“I like lookin’ hot, buying stuff they cannot. I like drinkin’ hard, maxin’ Dad’s credit card. I like skippin’ gym, scaring her, screwing him,” Heather Chandler’s voice echoed, but she seemed oblivious to the other students listening. “I like killer clothes—”

“And kickin’ nerds in the nose!” added Heather McNamara, with a smirk.

“If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls. Let your mommy fix you a snack,” that wasn’t the first time they mentioned your mom with a mocking tone. They hated your pureblood status.

“Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke, in my Porsche with the quarterback,” continued Heather Chandler, getting closer to you.

“Time for you to prove you’re not a loser anymore,” said Heather Duke, ruffling the sleeves of her green coat.

You gulped. What did they want you to do? There was any chance you could get away from them alive?

Gosh, how fast your popularity could be destroyed!

“Guys fall at your feet, pay the check—”

“—Help you cheat,” McNamara added for Duke.

“All you have to do is say goodbye to Shamu,” Heather Chandler looked at you deep in the eyes. It was more than a suggestion. It was an order — popularity or your best friend.

“That freak’s not your friend. I can tell in the end if she had your shot, she would leave you to rot!” said Heather McNamara, hoping she was making your decision easier.

The Hufflepuff Heather was sometimes unaware of the cruelty of her friends.

“‘Course if you don’t care,” she continued, noticing you were still confused about your options.“Fine! Go braid her hair. Maybe Sesame Street is on.”

Her tone had caught you by surprise.

“Or forget that creep and get in my jeep. Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn,” said Heather Duke, raising her left brow, finally letting go of your shoulders since she was holding you down in the chair from the beginning.

“Honey, whatchu waitin’ for?” asked Heather Chandler, smiling innocently. “You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore.”

“You can join the team, or you can bitch and moan,” said Duke.

“You can live the dream, or you can die alone,” said McNamara.

“You can fly with eagles or if you prefer,” Heather Chandler unbuttoned her red suit, placing her hands on her hips. “Keep on testing me and end up like her,” she whispered the last part, opening a space so your friend Myrtle could walk in as if the Heathers knew she would look for you eventually.

Perhaps they were the ones to suggested it to Myrtle.

Your lifelong best friend passed through the Heathers with an uncertain look, but she smiled when her eyes caught yours.

“Y/N, look! Ram invited me to the Gryffindor party! This proves he’s been thinking about me!”

“Colour me stoked!” you swallowed before pretending to be surprised.

“I’m so happy!” she exclaimed, before walking away from you and the Heathers.

Heather Chandler watched the whole conversation with steady eyes, analyzing every word you said.

You got up from the chair and walked towards the Heathers, who waited next to a book shelve.

“So? I did what you asked; I said nothing to Myrtle,” you said, frowning in despair.

“Well, then, welcome to my candy store,” said Heather Chandler with a weird smile.

That was enough for Heather McNamara, who jumped to your neck, hugging you with all her strength. She was happy Chandler forgave you. In the other hand, Heather Duke said nothing before walking away.

Heather Chandler stepped away at a slow speed. She looked you up and down.

“You are dead,” she declared, whispering, and she smiled like a villain from an old movie as if she had not just said the most aggressive thing ever.