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Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.
Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life.
Warnings: Arranged marriage
Word count: 2.5k
The news about your fight with Tom had spread across Hogwarts quicker than you had thought was possible. Three days had passed and you were sure even the teachers knew about it by now. And everyone seemed to know more about it than you did.
You had heard stories about you hexing Tom in the hallways, about him threatening you there, about you almost drowning yourself in the lake, about Benjamin trying to kiss you, about you trying to kiss Benjamin. The list was endless. And none of it was true.
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I messed up cuz it don’t look like him but it’s him and in honor of my devastation of chapter 291 enjoy
Keeping Up With The Todorokis: Season 2 featuring probably way too much Hawks
Focus on one project at a time? Finish a project before starting another? Blasphemy.
That gap I-
Armin: Hey Eren, what do you want to eat?
Eren’s inner Titan: The souls of the Titans.
Eren: A bagel.
Eren’s inner Titan: NO!
Eren: Two bagels.
guys i think im tearing up
Does anyone else find comfort in the darkness? Like, have you ever just wanted to sit in a dark room and breathe? No moving, no sounds, nothing. And it’s not darkness in the literal sense like without light, there is also just the thought of darkness. You know, for example all those black and grey pictures? I love them. I would let the dark consume me, and sometimes, it does just that. That’s why I’m a Slytherin I guess, and ship a couple like Tomione because I enjoy the forbidden and the conflict. There is a side of me that no one knows of, and that’s how it will stay. Well, obviously except for the people reading this. But I don’t know you all, and you don’t know me, so that’s ok. I’ll just empty my inner demons on here; after all, isn’t that like the main purpose of having a tumblr page? -Heiress 🖤
me subconsciously only using regrator to refer to pantalone bc it sounds more badass