Fixation ∣∣ Tom Riddle x Reader [With Images]

Part 13: Unexpected Tragedy

I stand behind the counter, organizing the shelves and arranging the dark magic books meticulously. A customer approaches, their eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Excuse me," they say, their voice filled with a mix of intrigue and caution. "I'm looking for books on dark magic."

I meet their gaze, my eyes sparkling with knowledge. "Ah, you've come to the right place," I reply, gesturing to the section filled with ancient tomes and forbidden knowledge. "We have a selection of dark magic books that delve into the darker side of the magical world."

Y/N, intrigued by the conversation, joins us, wiping her hands on her apron. "And while you peruse the books," she chimes in, "may I interest you in our signature Dark Enchantment Latte? It's a blend of rich, dark flavours that perfectly complement the mysterious tales you'll uncover."

The customer's eyes widen with anticipation. "That sounds intriguing," they say, glancing at the menu board before ordering the latte. Y/N artfully prepares the drink, expertly crafting delicate latte art on the surface. As the customer takes their first sip, a look of pure satisfaction crosses their face, the taste of the latte blending harmoniously with the ambience of the bookstore.

Meanwhile, at a nearby table, a group of friends flips through the pages of the history of the magical world books, engrossed in tales of ancient wizards and legendary battles. They sip their coffees, exchanging excited whispers and animated discussions as they uncover the secrets hidden within the pages.

One of the friends looks up from their book, catching my eye. "This place is amazing," they say, their voice filled with wonder. "Where else can you find such a unique combination of great books and delicious coffee?"

I smile, appreciating their enthusiasm. "We wanted to create a haven for book lovers and coffee enthusiasts alike," I reply. "A place where you can lose yourself in captivating stories while savouring the perfect cup of coffee."

As the day unfolds, more customers enter our bookstore, each seeking their literary adventure. Some gravitate towards the dark magic section, their expressions a mix of intrigue and caution. Others peruse the shelves of history books, their eyes lighting up with fascination.

Conversations fill the air, blending with the soft murmur of turning pages. Customers share recommendations, engage in spirited debates, and forge connections over their shared love for literature and coffee. The cosy reading nooks tucked in corners become sanctuaries of imagination and contemplation.

Throughout it all, Y/N and I move gracefully through the bustling bookstore, tending to our customers' needs. We share knowing glances and affectionate smiles, our shared love for books and each other evident in every interaction.

As the sun sets and the last customers bid their farewells, we lean against the counter, a sense of fulfilment washing over us. Our bookstore is more than just a business; it's a sanctuary where people find solace, inspiration, and connection. And in the warmth of our cosy space, we know that we have created something truly special—a haven where magic and literature intertwine, leaving an indelible mark on all who enter.

As I grabbed a broom and began sweeping the floor, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey that Y/N and I had embarked on together. Our relationship had been filled with tumultuous moments, but through it all, we had managed to build something remarkable—a bookshop that housed not only a vast collection of knowledge but also a cosy coffee shop.

The sound of Y/N's laughter echoed through the room as she wiped down the countertops. Her infectious joy never failed to lift my spirits, even on the darkest of days. I couldn't help but smile as I watched her, my heart swelling with affection.

"You know, love," I said, joining her by the counter, "sometimes it feels like we're living in a dream. Hogwarts feels like a distant memory, and now we have this beautiful place to call our own."