To Tame a Riddle

To Tame a Riddle

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You, y/n Hawthorn, a girl that came from a wealthy pureblood family that was killed by the Order of the Phoenix. The Dark Lord took you in and you've been rivaling with the Riddle brothers ever since. Especially the infamous Mattheo Riddle. You two have been trying to outdo eachother in everything from missions to school. Now, you'll be starting at Hogwarts in Year 6 with the Riddle Brothers after you got kicked out of Durmstang for... injuring a student. Will you and the Riddle Brothers finally put an end to the endless bickering? Or will your relationship with one of them turn into something more? Tom Riddle and Voldemort are separate people for story purposes.
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Dawn

Dawn Rosier/ Tom Riddle No soul beyond the Dark Lord's inner circle has ever laid eyes upon his sons. They exist as specters, whispers in the shadows, their names nothing more than echoes of something unseen. Yet, as all empires seek longevity, so does their ruler. The Dark Lord has decreed it-his bloodline will not fade into obscurity. It will endure. It will multiply. It will be bound by legacy, sealed in blood. Mattheo Riddle, the youngest, is a creature of indulgence, a man who plays with fate as if it were nothing more than a game of cards. A gambler. A wasted heir. There is no use binding him to a wife. But Tom... Tom is different. The firstborn. The one forged not in vice, but in duty. A blade honed by silence, sharpened by obedience. He does not falter. He does not waver. And now, he must wed. Not for love. Not for want. But because his father commands it. Because he must be the start to an unending stream of bloodshed and violence. It all should start with him. But the task would soon evolve into something neither he nor Dawn Rosier thought it could be. Yearning, Despair, Wrath and Crumbling. A story of sense and sensation, Past and Present as eternal enemies of every day. This is the story of Dawn Rosier. Tropes: Forced marriage Slow burn Age gap Gothic I own Dawn Rosier's character.

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