there's venom in our veins, baby. REGULUS BLACK marauders era ©2021 middaydemon

"You're very charming. Not just charming, but beautiful in the sense that the world could almost pardon you for your sins." Victoria Locke and Tom Riddle are practically strangers. Despite her objections, secrets entangle them together. Theodore Nott involves himself into her life when a spark of obsession fabricates deep desires, pulling her to Riddle and Nott. But one can't be pulled in two different directions without being torn apart. no.1 #tomriddle

"You're deprived. So touch deprived, I can feel it on your skin..." When a seventeen year-old girl accidentally finds herself awake in the Wizarding World of 1944, it's a dream, yet it's also wonder how she'd be able to navigate her way through the haunting era of Tom Riddle's rising reign. But she soon realises that not everything is as it seems and there was more that was written in words. From her fiction books to reality, she realises that soul shifting was not everything she expected but more beyond the pages... no.1 #tomriddle

Theodore Nott has never cared for love or flowers until he met this hopeless romantic. When Victoria McCallian appears to be more amusing than she seems, he can't help but deny she is good company. He isn't the only one who notices however, as Mattheo Riddle begins to grow on her. And Theodore can't help but interfere. Even if he's bad at romance. no.1 #theodorenott

― "You feel like sin in my veins." ― Elara Black was born into a name that demanded greatness and offered nothing in return. A daughter of the Noble House of Black, Elara learned early that observation was power-and that everything, given enough patience, could be reduced to something understandable. She cared for patterns. For control. For the delicate, intricacies of magic itself - its limits, its mutations... its monsters. Creatures did not lie. They did not pretend. They simply were. So when she uncovered the secret of Remus Lupin - she did not tell. She studied. He was an inconsistency. And Elara Black had always been drawn to inconsistencies. Remus Lupin fascinated her in a way she could not stand. Elara Black unsettled him in a way he did not understand What began as a calculated act of blackmail became something far more dangerous - late nights, controlled experiments, whispered theories, and a tension that simmered just beneath the surface. Because Elara didn't just want to understand the wolf. She wanted to understand the boy. And in that understanding, there was desire, sharp as a scalpel, precise as a blade. And in the space between cruelty and curiosity, something began to unravel - something neither of them quite understood, where control fractured into something deeper, something darker, till there was no line left between subject and observer. Only the slow, inevitable dissection of them both. ☽｡⋆

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

― "You are my ruin - and my salvation." ― Lilith Vale was born different - too sharp, too cold, and far too powerful for someone so young. Raised on dark magic and haunted by her father's death, she's spent her life searching for the spell that destroyed him... and nearly took her with it. Now in her final year at Hogwarts, she wears the badge of Head Girl like a mask. To the rest of the school, she's brilliant, distant, untouchable. But underneath, Lilith is spiraling - unraveling under the weight of secrets, survivor's guilt, and a hunger for knowledge that no book seems able to satisfy. Then comes him.. Tom Riddle - charming, calculated, and dangerously intelligent. He's the only one who sees her as more than a quiet storm. And the only one whose mind she can't seem to read. He wants to know what she's hiding. She wants to know why he's watching. Their connection is a game of power and proximity. A cold war wrapped in stolen glances and veiled threats. But something dark is stirring at Hogwarts - students are disappearing, ancient symbols are resurfacing, and Lilith is getting too close to the truth. To the truth about her father. To the truth about Tom. And to the truth about herself. Because some magic isn't meant to be studied. Some obsessions aren't meant to be survived. And some love stories are written only to end in destruction. ☽｡⋆

― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

"Love may be blind. 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 is not." [Warning: This book contains violence, sexual content, mention of rape, threats of violence, and other mature matter. Read at your own risk.]

"Blood will be split and there's no changing that. Let it be mine and not yours." Marlene Kostrova is destined to kill Tom Riddle. She could learn to love him, admire and adore him, but she cannot escape the fate that one day she will have to murder him in cold blood to end the Slytherin bloodline. started: approx. June 24, 2025 first published: March 12, 2026 completed: this didn't start off as a tom riddle fanfic and more so was written to encapsulate the feeling of being friends with the knights of walpurgis... but i think it's just slowly became a tom fic so i might as well commit to that? also not very structured