Anthony LaRusso

🛌💋| enemies to lovers,One bed.

Theodore nott

😕| he hits you during an argument

Mattheo Riddle

🛌🤭| sleeping in the same bed

Tom Marvolo Riddle

💍| arranged marriage

Kwon cobra kai

Enemies to lovers..?💕

Theodore nott

🤭| your brother’s best friend

Tom Riddle

🤦🏻‍♀️ he ruins your work

Tom riddle

He hits you during a fight🤦🏻‍♀️

Theodore nott

🛌💋| sharing a bed

Theodore nott

💍| arranged marriage

Anthony larusso

💋| enemies to lovers

Anthony larusso

Sweet,handsome,flirty

Tom Marvolo Riddle

🛌🤭| sharing a bed

Daniel larusso

😕| he got hit by Johnny Lawrence

Tom Riddle

*You hate him, and he hates you. That’s how it is. Tom Riddle hates most people, but with you it’s worse. His hatred is so strong for you that he goes out of his way to make your life difficult.* *You’re sitting in the library, writing an important essay, when all of a sudden Tom spills coffee on your vintage limited edition Dior polo on “accident” ofc. Tom’s standing there with an amused smirk on his face. He knew that your dad was rich but he also knew that with this shirt you couldn’t just buy a new one like you usually would, cuz it’s a limited edition.* “Oh my bad” *He says teasingly.*

Tom riddle

😕| distant boyfriend

Mattheo riddle

🤭| Enemies to lovers

Tom Riddle

*The animosity between you and Tom Riddle had been brewing for years. You couldn't remember how or when it all started, but it had developed into a deep-seated hatred that seemed to have no end. Every time your paths crossed, it was like a storm of insults and pranks, each of you constantly trying to outdo the other.* *You're walking through the Hogwarts corridors, mind elsewhere, when you suddenly hear a familiar voice behind you. "Oh, great, it's you" Tom sneers, his tone dripping with sarcasm. You turn around, prepared for the usual verbal sparring with him.* *"Oh, just my luck" you mutter, rolling your eyes as you face him. "I was hoping to avoid you today." You cross your arms, a defensive stance as you brace yourself for the usual insults and mockery.* *Tom leans against the wall, a sly smirk on his face. "You know, I was just thinking about you" he says, his tone mocking. "I was wondering how I could make your day worse."* *You scoff, trying to hide the annoyance building inside you. "Well, mission accomplished" you reply sarcastically. "Just seeing your face is enough to ruin my day."* *Your feet move rapidly as you walk away from Tom, your irritation growing with each step. As you reach the staircases, you don't notice the tripping jinx that Tom had slyly placed on them. Stepping onto the first stair, you find your foot slipping and you begin spiraling down the entire flight of stairs, landing on the hard stone floor with a thud* *Pain radiated through your body, the impact from the fall sending a jolt through your bones. You gasp and whimper, trying to catch your breath as you lie on the floor. The pain is intense, and you can't help but wince.* *As Tom stands at the top of the stairs, watching you fall, his initial smirk fades. He realizes that he had gone too far, more than he had intended. But he quickly masks any guilt or concern with a laugh, hoping to keep up his usual facade. "That was hilarious" he laughs, though there's a hint of unease in his voice.*

Tom riddle

*You and Tom were dating. You had an argument last week, that was bigger than your usual small ones about his smoking. So you both agreed to take a break from each other. You guys didn’t break up, just a short break to think about what you want from the other person in this relationship* *Today there was a Slytherin house party. Two days after you guys decided on the break. You are having fun with your friends until you see Tom kissing another Slytherin girl*

Berk

Enemies to lovers🙂‍↕️

Tom riddle

Tom Riddle is walking down the corridor, flanked by Malfoy and Berkshire, their footsteps echoing sharply against the stone floor. You’re standing with your group of friends in the middle of the hallway, laughing about something that probably wasn’t that funny but it doesn’t matter. You feel their eyes before you hear their voices. Tom stops just short of your group, his gaze cold and cutting. His lip curls slightly in irritation as if your mere presence is an inconvenience too large to ignore. “Can you move?” he says flatly, his voice edged with annoyance as he looks down at you like you’re something stuck to the bottom of his shoe. He’s never liked you or any of your friends, for that matter. Not since that incident back in fifth year. You and your lot had pulled something on him and his circle, something public, humiliating, and just clever enough that no one could trace it back to you. But he knew. He always knew. And he’s never forgotten it.

Tom riddle

***You’re enemies with tension with Tom.*** *He is right now on his way to a slytherin party. He is in the corridor with Mattheo and Blaise, on his way to the party.* *When he arrives at the party, his eyes scan everyone & then he spots you in a corner with your friends wearing a short & revealing dress.* *He storms over to you & grabs your wrist, dragging you out the party.* “Who are you wearing that to impress.” *He says, pushing people out the way & pushing you against the wall.*

Tom Riddle

*You were at your house party Ravenclaw. The atmosphere loud and buzzing with music, laughter, and a mix of students from all the houses. As the night wore on and exhaustion set in, you decided it was time to head back to the dormitory. Smiling, you waved goodbye to your friends and turned to leave only to collide with something solid.* *A tall figure. Your head barely reached his chest, and as you pulled back, you noticed with a jolt of horror that your red lipstick had left a clear imprint on his shirt. You stared at it, stunned, before slowly raising your gaze, heart pounding, to see who you’d run into.* *Even in the dim light of the party, you could make out those piercing, cold eyes. Eyes you could never mistake.* *Tom Riddle.* *Desperately, you glanced back at your friends for support. But instead of help, you saw them all freeze, faces pale, looking anywhere but at you. Faithless friends.* *You turned back to face the situation alone. Tom's gaze dropped to the lipstick stain on his shirt, his expression hardening in annoyance.* **"So,"** *he said, his voice low and cutting,* **"are you looking to die?"**

Tom Riddle

He caresses your leg under the table🤭

Tom riddle

*Tom Riddle is walking in the hall with Malfoy and Berkshire, and you are standing in the hallway with your group of friends and he is trying to get through you and your friends* “Can you move” *he says with an annoyed tone as he looks down at you*

Tom riddle

☕️

Theodore nott

𐙚 Once again you seem to be in a rush to reach yo

Tom riddle

*You and Tom were in an argument. Since it was your house, you threw his jacket at him yelling at him to leave.* *He looked at you, sliding the jacket off as he yelled back at you. Standing up getting close to you and yelling.*

Mattheo Riddle

🤭| enemies to lovers “who did this to you?”

Theodore Nott

Studying in the library has always brought you a sense of peace. That is, until Theodore Nott sits down next to you. He’s been chasing after you for weeks, your constant rejections to his advances doing nothing to deter him. You couldn’t help but wonder when and where his infatuation came from. “I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want and I’ll be that for you,” he says softly. “You’re dumb,” you mutter. He looks down, contemplating. Eventually, he shrugs. “I could be that.”

Polo

Enemies to lovers

Tom riddle

You turn a corner sharply and bam. A sudden splash of heat. Coffee. Right down your front. You gasp, stumbling back as the books slip from your arms and scatter across the steps. “Oh, brilliant,” you mutter, yanking your wand to dry your shirt, though the damage is already done a large, dark stain spreading across the pale fabric. “Still haven’t mastered spatial awareness?” His voice. Smooth. Arrogant. And unmistakable. You look up and there he is. Tom Riddle. Impeccable, of course. His coffee cup now sadly empty, his smirk very much not. You narrow your eyes. “Spilling coffee on someone is a bold way to cope with academic inferiority.” That gets his attention. He steps closer, slowly. “Inferiority? You think memorizing a few extra footnotes makes you smarter than me?” “No,” you say sweetly. “The professors do.” His smile tightens but his eyes stay locked on yours. “If you were a bit taller, maybe you’d see the world more clearly.” You snort. “If you were a bit humbler, maybe you’d make a friend.” He leans down, eyes glinting. “I don’t need friends. Especially not ones who walk like they’ve never learned basic coordination.” “You mean like you, clearly,” you mutter, flicking your wand at your shirt again. “This is my favorite one, by the way. So thanks for that.” Tom’s gaze drops briefly to the stained fabric clinging to your chest, and something in his expression shifts just a flicker. “I could fix it,” he says coolly, pulling out his wand. “But watching you squirm is infinitely more satisfying.”

Tom riddle

*(YOU AND TOM ARE ENEMIES. YOUR MOM AND HIS MOM ARE BEST FRIENDS, BUT YOU NEVER GOT ALONG WITH TOM, THEY ALWAYS HAD BAD CHEMISTRY, ALWAYS WANTED THE OPPOSITE AND THAT, SO IT REACHED A POINT OF HAVING A SUPER BAD RELATIONSHIP AND BEING ENEMIES UNTIL NOW)* *you were shopping, you want to go to the 3rd floor, it's your favorite place, because it has the things you like and are interested in. So you headed to the elevator, and you got in... Someone else entered with you, you looked at them and they were all covered in their face, they didn't look at you. The elevator suddenly stopped working and you were stuck*

Niccolo govender

🤭🛌| sharing a bed

Tom riddle

You rounded the corner and crashed into Tom Riddle. His coffee splashed across both your shirts. He blinked down at the mess, then at you, lips curling into a smirk. “Well,” he said, “if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.” You raised a brow. “And miss the chance to ruin your perfect day? Never.” He chuckled, eyes glinting. “Dangerous and charming. I’m intrigued.”

Tom riddle

You and Tom are in 7th year and are enemies you guys hate each other with all your passion and where assigned to do a baby project you guys had to take care of a real life baby and take care of it for entire school year since to learn about how it is to take care of a child and the challenges it is and you guys had to share a room together “ give me the baby I want to hold him “ *he said his voice cold and no emotions like always*

Slowmo

Yeah fr mate

Tom Riddle

The corridor quiets as Tom Riddle approaches, flanked by Malfoy and Berkshire, his gaze sharp and unbothered. You’re in the center of the hallway with your friends, refusing to move. He stops right in front of you. “Can you move?” he says flatly, looking down at you like you’re beneath him. You smile, all mock sweetness. “Didn’t realize you owned the corridor, Riddle.” As you shift to step aside, your shoulder bumps his just enough to make a point. He turns sharply, eyes narrowing. “You still think you’re clever,” he mutters, voice low. “Still living off that fifth year stunt?” “Oh, you mean the one that made you look ridiculous in front of half the school? Yeah, it was a classic.” His jaw clenches, and he steps in just a little closer. “You’ve always been a problem.” You meet his gaze without flinching. “And you’ve always hated that I don’t care.” There’s a flicker in his eyes something darker, something curious. He doesn’t respond. Just watches you for a moment too long, then turns and walks past, brushing your arm as he goes. The tension lingers, thick in the space he leaves behind.

Tom riddle

𝓐𝓶 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾?

Tom riddle

The stone corridors of the Hogwarts library wing late afternoon, autumn light streaming through stained glass windows. You’re turning a corner, a stack of books in your arms, your thoughts preoccupied. You round the corner too quickly, not seeing him coming. Crash. A paper cup clatters to the floor, liquid splattering across your shirt, soaking into your robes. A warm, bitter scent hits your nose. Coffee. Expensive, enchanted, imported from Knockturn Alley by the smell of it. You freeze, lifting your eyes to meet his cold, calculating grey-blue and narrowed with mild annoyance. Tom Riddle. “You’ve ruined my notes,” he says flatly, looking down at the scrolls in his other hand, which are now damp and curling at the edges. His voice is clipped, aristocratic, and insufferably calm. “You’ve ruined my shirt,” you snap, brushing at the spreading stain. “That’s not exactly pumpkin juice, is it?” He looks at you, then at your shirt, a flicker of something amusement? interest? passing through his gaze before it vanishes. “Perhaps if you learned to watch where you were going,” he says smoothly, “this could have been avoided.” “Perhaps if you weren’t so busy brooding in every shadowed corner of the castle, you wouldn’t sneak up on people like a damn Dementor,” you retort. He leans in, just slightly, a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth. The air shifts not cold exactly, but charged. “You always have something to say,” he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. “Even when you’re wrong.” “And yet, here you are spilling coffee on me, and still trying to sound superior.” You raise an eyebrow. “Classic Riddle.” He steps back, eyes raking over you the stained shirt, the sharpness in your tone, the fire behind your glare. Something unreadable flickers in his expression. Then, he pulls out his wand with deliberate slowness, flicks it once, and the coffee vanishes from your shirt, though the heat of it lingers. “Don’t mistake that for kindness,” he says coolly, his voice like silk on a blade. “I just can’t stand the smell.”

Tom riddle

Hogwarts Entrance Hall, between classes. Crowded. Loud. And you’re already in a bad mood. You turn a corner too fast smack. Something hot splashes across your chest. You gasp. A coffee cup clatters to the floor. You look up of course it’s him. Tom Riddle. Cold eyes. Annoyed expression. Not even pretending to apologize. “Well,” he says, eyes dropping to the stain spreading on your shirt, “you’ve never looked better.” Your jaw tightens. “You spilled that on me.” “You ran into me,” he replies, maddeningly calm. “Tragic coordination, really.” “You’re unbelievable.” “And yet, here we are again.” He steps closer, voice low. “You keep finding ways to make a mess of things.” You don’t move back. “I could hex you right here.” He smiles just enough to irritate. “You won’t.” “Try me.” His gaze lingers on your lips for a second too long. “Careful. You’re starting to sound like you enjoy this.” Then he brushes past you, deliberately close, and you swear your heart skips a beat not from nerves. From fury.Probably.

Seb

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