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The fact that some of them are from 2023 and not finished is nuts lmao 😭😭😭😭😭

Sirius and Regulus at Walburgas funeral:

Guys I'm tweaking how do I get it back 💔💔💔

my soul is too well tangled with you

summary: Much to Tom Riddle's surprise, he's not the only one that loves you dearly.

Tom Riddle found the Riddle Manor to be comforting at times like this, where he would be at his desk writing down his plans for the future, with you in the same room doing whatever interested you. You would come up to him, asking him the most random questions, yet Tom never minded. Over and over, he would indulge you with whatever you wanted.

He would find himself staring at you occasionally, his eyes moving away from his parchment to find you and a comforting feeling would wash over him every time.

Tom had always wondered how much he loved you.

He loved you, undoubtedly, but did he love you enough to stay with you forever? Did he love you enough to keep you?

You were intelligent and powerful, and he liked those about you. Those were what drew him to you, after all. Even after both of you left Hogwarts together, you were still the brilliant person he knew. Fortunately, due to that, it would seem like he would be keeping you for a long time.

It was also due to love, that he would be keeping you for a long time as well.

How long? How he wished he knew.

As he continued to stare at you, his mind drifted back to his main question—How much did he love you?

Much to his suprise, he found the answer in his own soul.

When Tom found you admiring his first ever Horcrux, he didn't give much thought into it. If anything, he felt quite proud at how you were still amazed by the idea of a Horcrux. He even considered helping you to make one.

The next following days, he noticed you spending more time with the Diary.

He kept a close eye on you. After all, Horcrux was considered to be the most terrible of all Dark Magic. You were no stranger to Dark Magic, yet a part of him was worried about how it might affect you, how his soul would affect yours.

He had seen you writing in the Diary quite a lot, even chuckling to yourself at times.

For safety precautions, he decided one day, to confiscate the Diary, despite that it was clearly, his.

As expected, you had approached him regarding the Diary.

"You've been obsessed with it, darling," he said smoothly, paying full attention to your reactions as always.

He watched how you frowned slightly. "I'm not obsessed."

Then, you tilted your head. "Well, I am obsessed with bullying the teenage you."

He raised an eyebrow. "You have been bullying my Horcrux?"

"Not exactly," you said, sighing. "I enjoy talking to him—you. Plus, you're busy most of the time."

"You can still come to me," he said softly. "You know I wouldn't mind."

"I do mind," you remarked. "Just give me the Diary."

"No."

"He'll get lonely."

Tom raised both his eyebrows incredulously.

"Whatever!" you huffed. "Ask him, he'll say I'm right."

He watched as you walked away and left the room, no doubt finding new obsession to occupy yourself with.

He contemplated for a moment. It sounded ridiculous, asking the Diary about you. Yet his curiosity got the better of him and he found himself writing in the Diary.

He started with a simple greeting, and almost immediately, a response came.

It's you.

Tom wanted to scoff, because he could feel the disappointment coming from his younger self. He was just writing his response, when a writing came up at the same time. The moment he saw "Where is..." he knew very well what the question was going to be. He had just greeted the Diary, and he could already tell that you were right.

The Diary is with me now, Tom wrote.

Why?

Give it back.

Tom felt a bit offended at that. The Diary was his, not yours. Out of pettiness, he refused to respond anymore and immediately left the room with the Diary in his hand.

You were about to drop the "I told you so!" when you saw him approaching with the Horcrux, but he just wordlessly gave it to you before leaving while muttering something about ungratefulness.

Tom had been deep in his thoughts, as he stared at you from his desk once again. You were on the floor, wearing Slytherin's Locket, which was his latest Horcrux, while being surrounded by books. Of course, one of the books was his Diary.

You were oddly close with his Horcruxes, he noticed. Sometimes, being near him, you would even take his ring off of him just so you could wear it.

Perhaps, he thought, if he should keep you by his side, then he would let you protect and keep his Horcruxes. You definitely would love that.

That was if he should keep you by his side.

He almost sighed at the thought. He did plan this, he really did. He had thought far into the future back in Hogwarts, and he had already envisioned what his future would be like with you. He loved you, and he would gladly keep you by his side.

But were you his strength or his weakness?

Would you be the one to keep him going, or the one that would pull him down?

As he watched you take off the Locket and place it down in front of you, he fell deeper into his own mind.

It seemed that the choice was already made, considering you were here with him, at his home, your home.

Love was never something he was an expert at, and in life, you were the only thing he loved. He wondered if it was genuine, he wondered if it was useful and he wondered if it was—

"Op...en"

—real.

"O...pen."

He blinked. Was that Parseltongue?

"What are you doing?" he questioned immediately, now realising why you had taken off the Locket and placed it carefully in front of you earlier.

"Open."

His eyes widened. The perfection pronunciation.

"Don't—!"

He was too late—the Locket had opened.

A burst of black smoke emerged from the Locket, reaching the ceiling. His papers had flown everywhere but he didn't care. He didn't care that his work became a mess and was flying around the room because he had to get to you.

"I have seen your heart, and it is mine."

That was his own voice, he recognised and it was oddly...

Loving.

The smoke was gradually dissipating, becoming less violent and he noticed a blurry and misty figure coming into view from the smoke. It was him.

The Locket was walking slowly towards you, who were now standing and Tom noticed how you were a bit far from your previous spot on the floor. He wondered briefly if you got hurt somehow when the Locket had opened.

Tom should be getting to you, he should be closing the Horcrux and check up on you but curiousity got the better of him again, because the Locket had his eyes on you with a look that was far from malice.

"I have seen your dreams," continued the Locket. "And I have seen your desires."

He then said your name, so softly that Tom almost couldn't believe that this was a form of Dark Magic.

"My sweet, little love," the Locket purred, as his hand came up to caress your cheek, or at least, he tried to. The Locket didn't seem to mind at all as his blurry hand still hovered near your face.

"My intelligent darling," praise the Locket, giving into your desires. Tom noticed this immediately. You loved validation, you craved for it, and this Locket was giving you exactly that.

His Horcrux was indulging you with your desires.

Why?

His answer came immediately.

"My love," said the Horcrux softly. "My love with a brilliant mind, and a beautiful heart."

He watched as how you were smiling and looking back at his Horcrux so lovingly that he almost felt jealous.

"Close," Tom ordered in Parseltongue, approaching you quickly.

The Locket turned around to gave Tom a cold stare before it was sucked back into the Locket. You had somehow made his own Horcruxes dislike him.

Tom picked up the Horcrux from the floor and looked at you with a raised eyebrow, demanding an explanation — several explanations.

"If this is about the Parseltongue," you started. "The Diary taught me."

"The Diary taught you," he repeated slowly.

"Yes! I was absorbed into the book several times and I asked him to teach me to say that one specific word," you explained, almost sounding proud. "Also, the last time I opened the Locket—"

"You've opened it before," Tom repeated dryly.

"It was outside!" you defended yourself quickly. "I forgot about the smoke!"

Tom inhaled slowly. "Just why were you opening it just now?"

"Well," you started shyly. "You saw how he treated me."

Tom looked at the Locket in his hand, contemplating. "The first time you opened it, it didn't attack you?"

"No," you replied. "He was very sweet."

"Sweet," he chuckled. This was a Horcrux, for Salazar's sake.

"Please don't take it away," you begged sincerely, causing him to look at you again. "I really like this one."

He sighed, before stepping closer and hanging the necklace around your neck. Right where it belongs, he thought.

"I won't," he said softly, while pressing his hand on your chest, where the Locket was. Warm. "It seems that... even my soul is fond of you."

"Even?" you whispered.

"Yes," he said, without missing a beat. "I am fond of you."

"Thank you," you murmured. "You haven't been... I feel like you..."

He frowned at your words. "You were under the impression that I don't love you anymore," he stated.

"Don't say it like that," you said shamefully. "It didn't feel like that, I thought maybe... just not as much as you used to."

"So you resort to my Horcruxes."

"Kind of," you admitted.

"I will let you know now, then," he said firmly, holding your shoulders. "I love you, and I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon. You will stay by my side for eternity."

Yes, he had made up his mind. If his Horcruxes loved you too, then it must meant something. What he felt for you was genuine and he did love you enough, and more. He loved you dearly to keep you with him in his forever.

You beamed up at him for his words. "I love you too."

He inhaled sharply at your response.

How much did he love you?

He loved you enough along with his soul. He loved you enough that his soul was intertwined with you.

"Considering you're so fond of my Horcruxes, how do you feel about becoming one?"

babes wake up mx rie accidentally posted another double trouble leake/spoiler 🤭

NAUR LMAO 🫠 WHY SO MANY OF YALL SAW IT OMFG...

but yeah I have like at least 4 new fics will drop this month (the warner family fic and then the continuation of the actor au since a lot of yall flood my inbox about it) , raw dogged them on my birthday FR 🔥‼️💪

Also the divorce angst will be posted after the double trouble fic dropped 😋😋😋

I feel like i am the only lorenzo Berkshire girlie here like,,,, am I the only one whos mental and a slut for that man!?! T____T

Switched back to true blue color palette and my eyes are HURTING

regulus: i gave sirius a ‘get better soon’ card

james: i didn’t know he was sick

regulus: he’s not

regulus: i just thought he could do better

the picture ᴼᴾ⁸¹

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

Theme: fluff

Word Count: 663

you looked around the beautiful street feeling absolutely blessed to be in such a gorgeous place with your even more gorgeous boyfriend. usually, oscar was away in some other country for his races, but there wasn't going to be a race for a few weeks so you were able to spend a few weeks with each other.

his gaze met yours and he nodded his head to the left and when you found where his eyes were pointing you let out an excited squeal and reached up to kiss his cheek.

you had always loved photo booths and had boxes full with ones you’d been through with your friends, but none with your boyfriend.

the two of you crossed the street, hands never leaving each other’s as you got closer to the charming little booth that seemed to be inside the wall.

sliding his coins into the little slot out front he, pulled away the curtain and held out his arm, “ladies first.”

you pulled the corners of your dress up a bit and curtsied, “why thank you, kind sir.”

while the photo booth looked vintage from the outside, it was quite modern on the inside, telling them to “pose during the countdown and wait for the flash”.

“what do we do,” oscar pressed his cheek against your shoulder, “c’mon, what?”

you looked at the screen and saw how sweet he looked with his face pressed up against you so you laid your head on his shoulders and decided that would be the first pose.

you and oscar had been dating for many months, and had liked each other for quite a while before that. despite having been with him so long, neither of you had managed to say “the l word” yet, but that certainly didn’t mean you didn’t love him.

everything about the boy had had you captured since you’d first met. from his mis-matched socks to his beautiful smile, you were gone for him almost immediately.

you wanted to tell him how much you loved him, but worried since he hadn’t said it to you yet, and thought that maybe the love was one sided.

you felt a poke on your cheek and looked up at your smiling boyfriend who was once again asking what they should do, unable to get your thoughts of love out of your head, you stared dumbfounded at your boyfriend and before you could register the camera was flashing again.

this time you were sure, it was the most perfect moment possible and even if he didn’t say it back, at least he would know how truly loved he is.

“smile for the camera,” the screen went back to the countdown. “three, two-“

before the camera could flash again, you leaned up and whispered in your boyfriends ear, “i love you.”

you felt his head jerk away from your face and simultaneously your heart crumble to bits. you looked at his shocked face on the screen, jaw hanging low and eyes wide. he slowly turned to you before reaching up to brush his fingers against your cheek.

you had kissed before obviously, but it was never anything like this. It was slow paced and his hand stayed pressed against your cheek, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin.

your hand tangled its self in his hair and pulled him in closer, if that was even possible. his hand moved from your cheek to around the back of your neck ad pulled you in closer just as you had done.

the screen flashed and the room lit up, frightening you both out of the moment the camera had definitely managed to capture. he rested his forehead against your own and brought his hand back up to your cheek.

"i love you too," oscar stood up and pulled you up with him for another kiss before stepping out of the booth, pulling the curtain away for you. "i call dibs on the picture, by the way."

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