PROMPT 1: hello! i was wondering if i can request an enemies to lovers with tom? maybe where him and the reader are like rivals and try to win slughorn's attention in potions? end it with sexual tension if yk what i mean lol (ps. i am in LOVE with your writing, amazing)
PROMPT 2: I was wondering if you could create a fic where Tom gets super jealous/worried about the reader. Firstly, that's just so fluffy and makes me feel a certain way 😳. But secondly I would be really interested in seeing how his character developes as he's exposed to love. For so long he's been misunderstood and defined by his "heartlessness" becuase of the one dimensional way that JK Rowling wrote him. I would like to see how he would change when given the chance to love and if he didn't create a horcrux.
PROMPT 3: Y/n and Tom have an argument but you both get turned on. Tom picks you up and pushed you against the wall, kissing, passionate and rough sex, all around the house (or dorm?) literally my fantasy😂
(Story reposted from my tumblr where I frankensteined these three prompts into a single story, ily)
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"I hate him," you grumble, dejectedly tearing a bite from your bread roll.
"Don't be petty," Darcey says busily, rolling her eyes.
"I'm not being petty, I'm being dramatic," you mutter, shooting Riddle a glare where he's calmly sitting with his odious friends at the far end of the Slytherin table. "Pettiness would involve making up lies about him, personal insults, and at least some degree of sabotage."
"You've thought about that too much," Thomas drawls, not looking up from the meticulous origami dragon he's folding out of his Herbology assignment.
"Come one," you say emphatically, swivelling around to face them both, "Slughorn's inviting Vindictus Viridian to his end-of-term party, after all."
"Who?" Darcey asks distractedly, carefully smoothing out an old dog-ear on the library book she's reading.
"Vindictus Viridian!" you repeat incredulously. "The Vindictus Viridian! Ex-Hogwarts headmaster, famous curse-breaker, and most importantly, the best Potioneer to graduate Hogwarts in the past three hundred years?"
"Oh," Darcey glances at you absently, "and this involves Tom Riddle how?"
You give a beleaguered sigh. "There's a rumour going around that Viridian's looking to take on an intern," you say pointedly, returning your attention to glaring at Riddle. "And Slughorn's bound to recommend someone to him at that party..."
"So you want him to recommend you, and not Riddle," Darcey frowns.
"Exactly."
"But Riddle's got Slughorn wrapped around his little finger," Thomas snickers, setting his paper dragon on the gleaming golden plate before him.
"Exactly," you scowl.
"If you're trying to pry Slughorn's attention off his perfect little prefect protégé, you're a bloody idiot," Thomas declares, pointing his wand at the dragon. "Fotia Canite."
The dragon gives a miniscule roar and a spark of flame erupts from its little mouth, immediately catching itself on fire and going up in a blaze. Thomas shouts in panic but within a single second the thing is gone into a puff of smoke and ash.
"If I'm an idiot, things are looking mighty grim for you, mate," you deadpan.
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