Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

You're Hades' Daughter - Tom Riddle

The fire crackled softly in the Slytherin common room, its flickering light casting shadows along the walls. Tom Riddle sat in his usual chair, his posture as regal and commanding as ever. His dark eyes scanned the pages of a leather-bound book, though his mind wandered elsewhere. He could feel something was different about Y/N tonight—her aura, her presence. It was as though the shadows themselves bowed to her, curling around her figure as if drawn to her power.

Y/N, perched by the window, stared out at the black lake. The reflection of the moon shimmered on the water's surface, but her thoughts were elsewhere—buried in a secret she had long kept hidden. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. This wasn't just about her anymore. It was about Tom. If he found out the truth, what would he do?

"Something's on your mind," Tom's voice broke through the silence. It wasn't a question—it was a statement. His penetrating gaze locked onto her, as though he could already see through the carefully constructed walls she had built.

Y/N turned, forcing a small smile. "I could say the same about you. You've been staring at that book for ten minutes and haven't turned a single page."

Tom smirked, but it didn't reach his eyes. He closed the book and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You're deflecting. What is it you're not telling me?"

Her heart pounded. She had always known this day would come, but she wasn't ready. "There are things about me you don't know, Tom. Things I've had to keep hidden for... my own safety."

"Safety?" he repeated, his tone sharpening. "From whom?"

Y/N hesitated, the weight of her lineage pressing down on her. The words caught in her throat. Finally, she whispered, "From people like you."

The room seemed to grow colder. Tom's expression darkened, and his voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "People like me? Explain."

She took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering as she stepped closer to him. "I'm not just a witch, Tom. I'm... different. My father—" She paused, the name burning on her tongue. "My father is Hades."

The silence that followed was suffocating. Tom stared at her, his expression unreadable. For the first time, she couldn't tell what he was thinking, and it terrified her.

"Hades," he repeated slowly, as though testing the word. "The god of the Underworld."

"Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I'm a demigoddess. And a Slytherin, like you. I've spent my life hiding what I am because if the wrong people found out—"

Tom stood abruptly, cutting her off. He began to pace, his mind racing. "A demigoddess," he muttered, almost to himself. "That explains your magic. The way it feels... different."

She blinked, startled. "You've noticed?"

"Of course I've noticed," he snapped, turning to face her. "Do you think I wouldn't recognize raw, unbridled power when it's standing right in front of me?"

Y/N flinched but held her ground. "And now that you know, what will you do with it? Use me? Destroy me? What, Tom?"

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, she thought he might lash out. But instead, he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near growl. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because I didn't know if I could trust you!" she shot back, her voice rising. "You're ambitious, cunning, ruthless—all the things that make you dangerous. I couldn't risk it."

Tom's jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "You think so little of me?"

"I think you would do whatever it takes to achieve your goals," she said quietly. "Even if it meant using me."

His gaze softened, but only slightly. "You're right," he admitted. "I am all those things. But you underestimate one important fact."

"And what's that?"

"I would burn the world to the ground before I let anyone harm what's mine."

Her breath hitched. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, "that you're far more than a tool to me, Y/N. You're mine. And now that I know the truth, I'll protect you. Even from the gods themselves, if necessary."

She searched his eyes, trying to find any hint of deception, but there was none. For once, Tom Riddle was being honest.

"Tom," she began, her voice trembling, "you don't understand what you're saying. My father, my lineage—they're not things you can fight or manipulate. They're... eternal."

"Eternal?" He smirked, his confidence returning. "So am I, Y/N. Or I will be. Together, we'll be unstoppable."

Y/N stared at him, her heart torn between fear and something she couldn't quite name. Trust? Hope? Love? Whatever it was, it bound her to him in a way she couldn't explain.

"You're playing a dangerous game," she whispered.

"I always do," he replied, taking her hand and pulling her closer. "And I always win."

As the fire crackled and the shadows danced around them, Y/N realized there was no going back. Tom Riddle knew her secret now, and he wasn't about to let her go. Whether that was a blessing or a curse, only time would tell.