Pleasure | Tom Riddle & Theodore Nott 18+

Pleasure | Tom Riddle & Theodore Nott 18+

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Within the faiths of our mind, our heart intertwines to the things that don't salvage our desires. "We can't do this anymore, he's gonna hurt you and kill our baby," Rapid tears started to roll down on Madeline's cheek as she stared back at Theodore in agony, "He's not what he seems to be." • • • • | A dark Tom Riddle & Theodore Nott fanfiction entailing a cursed and possessed story plot. | Story includes heavy mature content & heavily disturbing plots. The characters are 18+ in this fanfiction. All characters and events belong to J.K. Rowling. I own the characters Madeline Nott, Charlotte Nott, Amelia Nott, Gianna Dixon, Azalea Gray, Adalee Gray, Cameron Malfoy and the plots. • • • • • • • • Highest Rankings: #12 in Horcrux #62 in Heir • • • • • • • •
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Ivory Celeste Nott was never meant to be soft. Born to a Death Eater father and a Grindelwald mother, Ivory's fate was written in darkness long before she could speak. Raised in a crumbling manor full of silence and spells, she learned to guard her mind before her heart ever stood a chance. At Hogwarts, she's not like the other Slytherins - not loud, not cruel, just cold. Controlled. Feared. The perfect weapon of a cursed legacy. But then there's Mattheo Riddle - arrogant, clever, dangerous. A boy born from the same war-torn bloodlines. A rival who sees past her armor. A mirror she never asked for. They clash like fire and ice, always circling, always resisting - until hatred begins to burn into something far more dangerous. Because when you're born into darkness... Sometimes, the only person who can see you is someone just as broken

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