Serendipity (Tom Riddle x Reader)

vi. not anymore .vi

TW: Suicide attempt

•Not smut•
Didn't proofread yet again. 😁👍
Also short, like the last 2, fuck off im tired and nocturnal. Plus I have a SHIT TON of school work to do, and my job, not to mention community service, jrotc and the amount of after school clubs I do for a fucking scholarship. Die.

It had taken a while to accept what you were going to do, but you knew it was going to happen eventually. You didn't know how anyone would react, would people feel sad? Would your family contact the school, asking people to come to the funeral? Would anyone really notice youre missing?

You knew it was all a dream, the idea of someone caring enough at this school to register that a measly Slytherin had died. A pureblood that interacted with blood traitors was a traitor themselves. No one would care, only a few people knows your name. Your best friend is Slughorn for Merlin's sake.

So you set a day, December 31st 1942, dying on new years eve. Everyone was still home with family, very few Slytherins stayed on break. As the day creeped closer, the only other Slytherin left in the entirety of Hogwarts noticed the change.

His birthday came, and yet had no one to celebrate it with. He never quite enjoyed the day he was born, it was shared with false happiness and hope. But sitting across from you in the common room, neither speaking, was a highlight. He usually spent it alone, so having a single pretty female to silently intimidate was fun.

No words had ever been shared between the two, but the comfortable silence was pleasant.

Up until you stood up, deciding it was getting dark enough that anyone in the courtyard wouldn't recognize a falling student. You walked up the astronomy tower steps, not noticing the pristine shoes following you. He was thinking of turning you in for being out of your dorm after curfew, but wanted to see what mischief the quiet girl would get into.

He watched from around a corner as you had a silent battle. Looking over the railing as the wind whipped your clothes back and forth. You stepped away a few times, and he could see the internal debate of your next actions, wondering what you were doing. You took off your robe, leaving you in a dark green satin dress, it was odd that youd wear such an expensive item for no reason. Until it registered that you were pushing yourself over the railing, placing your heals on the mere inches of cement hanging over the edge. Trees blurred together, and you could see the lakes edge below you, hitting the water from this high up would result in instant death.

The night was beautiful, you had picked a day where the moon was bright and the clouds parted so the rock reflected its light onto your face. You dangled one foot over the edge when a voice sounded behind you, making you flinch dangerously. "Really l/n? Suicide?" You almost let go of the railing when he spoke, a few feet behind you.

"You of all people don't get to judge me, Riddle. This is kind of a personal moment, perhaps you can leave me alone?" Your hair was pushed in front of your face from the high winds, making the beautiful scenery blur behind h/c locks.

"I'm afraid I cannot, because if you jump, I'll have to jump after you. And falling at high speeds doesn't seem like a great way to spend new years," he stepped closer so that his chin laid across your shoulder. "Come back over and we can talk, alright?"

"I dont want to fucking talk," you said before both feet fell out from under you, falling away from his warmth. Until a rough jerk back made your body hit the bricks beside you. One hand was on the railing, and the other was holding onto your wrist, quickly slipping. "Let me go Riddle, or else we both fall to our deaths." His sweat glistened on his forehead, and he struggled silently.

"What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine." He didn't know why he was helping the foolish girl, but it felt right. And when his eyes met yours, your body went rigid. You didn't want this. You thought you did. But seeing the way someone who has never spoken to you was reacting to you attempting was enough for your breath to catch. "Be a good girl and hold on tight," he said as you pulled your other hand up to grab his wrist.

"Tom, I dont want to die, don't let me die," you whimpered out, your dress ripping from the bricks against your thighs.

"Wasn't planning on it princess, just hold on, let me think of a way to get you back up there," he tried to keep his voice even, but the strain on his face was evident. "When we get back to the Slytherin common room, im not leading you out of my sight. You fucking dunce," he could see your innocent eyes staring back at him. And it made him angry.

Not at you, but at the fact that something had to have gotten you to this point. Even the purest of people weren't safe from society, a community he was going to change. Youre a pureblood, and he needs that, he needs to fix the school and wipe anyone that isn't like you out. And he wanted your help.

He was so caught up in thought he didn't notice the sweat accumulating on your hands, as you slowly slipped between his fingers. "Tom- Tom im slipping," your words were fast and he didn't have enough time to register it before your hand was free from his grasp and he was left dangling alone.

Your body plunging to its death, he made the decision quickly, drawing his wand and releasing his grip on the railing. He felt the air around him as he tried to reach you before you reached the ground. He held a hand out, desperately clawing to grab your outstretched hand. He got to your dainty small hand, cherishing the feeling of warmth, before he pulled you close, arm around your waist.

"Hold onto me tightly, this is really stupid," he said loudly over the raging wind. Both were falling quick enough that you'd reach the lake soon. It felt as if his robe was wrapping around you, and just before you reached the water it flew inside out. It hung above you both, acting as a parachute while he used his wand to control the corners. His face was red again, while focused dangerously on keeping you and himself safe.

His body straightened, and you clung to him tightly, one of his arms still gripping you, the other holding his wand out to control his robe. You both descended into the water slowly, yourself gasping at the sudden cold water. When you were both fully submerged in the water, still pulled desperately together you finally let your arms ease from the tension. "Dont let go, please don't let go," you sobbed against his neck, pulling him closer.

His arms slowly wrapped around you, cautious of what to do with you. He single handedly pulled both of you out of the lake, and pocketed his wand. "When we get back inside that bloody castle, you dont leave my fucking side. Understand?" He whispered yelled in the quiet night, do he got his point across while also not attracting unwanted attention.

"I'm so sorry, im so so sorry. You almost died, I almost killed you," the adrenaline was still pumping inside of you, and it made your words come out fast. Palms against the sides of your head while you freaked out loudly.

"Quiet down, please," he muttered, but you continued your major freak out. Rolling his eyes he quickly kissed you, pulling your waist up so that your chests were together. "Will you shut up now?" He mumbled against your parted lips, breaths mingling. You nodded, unable to form words at your star struck feeling. "Stop freaking the fuck out. Its fine, we're both safe, and id do it again in a heart beat. Now answer my bloody questions, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand, I will never leave you- I mean I won't leave your side tonight." Your chests were still together, his hand on the small of your back. Gazing into eachothers eyes in a haze, oblivious to the cold creeping in and the moonlight paling his skin. He was beautiful, and he cared about you, it truly left you in a state of shock.

"Good girl."

(I'm going to redo this once I'm not dying of sleep deprivation, I just wanna see how you motherfuckers react to a oneshot like this. I know its ass, thats pretty much the ☆point☆)