I just wanna summon Zhongli PLS GENSHIN PLS PITY ME THIS ONCE 😭😭😭
Imma write Zhongli’s version of Tales of love this weekend! I hope those who are wishing for him get him~ Good luckkk
Heres a summoning circle~
That gap I-
Rated: T
Pairing: Tom Riddle X reader
Summary: Reader and Tom discuss baby names.
by: bigeyes-redmouth
You were lying flat on your back, bare chest heaving as you raised a shaky hand to your forehead, swiping away your sweaty strand of hair. You stared wordlessly up at the ceiling. Tom, equally naked, was resting his head on your large belly, a concentrated expression on his handsome face.
“I’m pretty sure she’s fine,” you said breathlessly. You couldn’t help smirking when he glanced up at you. “Like all the other times you’ve jumped me this week.”
Tom gave you a withering look.
It was true. He was possessive and passionate towards you, always making it perfectly clear to everyone and their mother that you belonged to him without any overt displays of affection. But then you got pregnant and suddenly Tom couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
“She’s fine,” Tom said after a moment, finally joining you further up on the bed. You bit back a smile and rolled over, placing your head on his shoulder.
“You know, we still have to name the little butter nugget,” you said. Tom merely looked at you and you sighed in annoyance. “Or I’ll just get it over with and name her something boring like Tom.”
He stiffened, his blue eyes darkening at the slight. You knew how sensitive he was about his name, but you figured it would push him to finally help you name the child.
“Fine, you have a point,” he grumbled. He paused, his jaw working up and down as he thought over names. “Calypso.”
“Calypso Riddle?” You asked, trying to hold onto a snort. ”She’ll end up like those fake muggle fortune-tellers.”
“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “You try.”
You stared at his chest for a moment.“Juliet?”
He scoffed. “Too romantic. Titania?”
“Better, but half of her classmates wouldn’t know how to spell it.”
“She could always crucio them until they learn it,” Tom said casually, a smirk playing on his face. You swatted his chest. He gripped your hand tightly, his eyes narrowed in warning, before pressing a feathered kiss on your palm.
“Ariel.”
“You got to be joking?” Tom said, staring at you in disgust. “Godiva.”
“Are you joking?” You wrinkled your nose at him. “Phoebe.”
“No. Pandora?”
“Absolutely not. Nova?”
“Are you even trying at this point, woman. Lucetta?”
You paused, running the name over and over in your head. You lifted your head up to meet his gaze. He looked a little irritated from this conversation, but you could tell he was anxious and expectant of your answer.
“Lucetta Riddle…” you trailed off, before smiling widely at him. “It’s perfect!”
Tom relaxed, his large hands running circles down your lower back. He gave you a lazy smile, an honest smile that was so rare on his face. You fell in love with him all over again.
“Of course it’s perfect, I picked it,” he said. You rolled your eyes, but accepted his kiss. And allowed him to push you on your back, his hips settling between your legs. He hovered over you, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “And I have another perfect idea.”
You shivered in anticipation, widening your legs.
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Okay, but getting serious for a moment:
I know I’ve given you protest instructions and advice before.
This is absolutely one of those times to listen.
If you’re new, uninitiated, or considering going out for your First, be advised that you need to be careful.
And I’ve said this before:
I cannot overemphasize that. The last protest I was at, a man pulled out a gun, an actual gun, and while I don’t think we were ever in any danger, the leader gave everyone an earful about antagonizing and escalation once we’d marched a safe distance down the street. At the end, they told us sternly that they knew how long it would take for someone to actually get to the point of shooting people, and that they could judge that because of their life experience. Odds are that your local protest leaders will have similar experience and awareness, and when it comes to that, it can literally mean the difference between life and death.
So if you do choose to protest or march this week, you. Listen. To. Your. Leaders. You move as a unit. You stay safe. You take care of yourself and then you take care of the person next to you.
Pack water. Pack illumination. Pack light. And study up on basic first aid, too.
Fortune favors the prepared.
Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.
Brb saving primos for this guy
i’m free friday night 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
Hufflepuff: You’re finally getting in touch with your emotions! Letting your barriers down.
Slytherin: Yes, that’s the problem! I’d like them back UP, thank you!
premise: En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie. [In her beauty rests (both) my death and my life] Tom Marvolo Riddle never fancied anyone - to be fair, he did not think he could. Though, an encounter on his first train to Hogwarts had left a deep impression that he very much could love someone, though if that someone could love him with all of his secrets was a different question, one that he was eager to find out yet was awfully curious of. You always intrigued him. From the very first day the two of you met, to the very last… warnings: angst, disturbing themes, fluff, blood
young!tom riddle x reader
1. gloomy days follow 2. the prince in shinning armor 3. good intentions 4. a lesson in language 5. thorns 6. amortentia 7. tom’s confession 8. train ride home 9. rot 10. the crimson curtain/odette
[this series is finished]
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All I need is to summon him ONCE, ONCE IS ALL
Imma write Zhongli’s version of Tales of love this weekend! I hope those who are wishing for him get him~ Good luckkk
Heres a summoning circle~
He’s living his best life.