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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

- updated 10th March 2025 NZT

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞, 𝐘/𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

───PART TWO - With one shots of all three kids, Mattheo, Delphini and Marvolo.

𝐊𝐞𝐲 - | ✦ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | ☹ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 | ! 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 | ♱ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐅𝐢𝐜 | ✮ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 |

━━━HUSBAND!TOM RIDDLE MASTERLIST ⭑ My masterlist full of fics based on Husband!Tom Riddle because thats my favourite Genre of him...so here you go...

───SERIES

⭑ 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - Y/N and Tom Riddle's children discover a hidden portal within Hogwarts that allows them to witness their parents' love story unfold. It all begins when Marvolo, the youngest, stumbles upon the portal just weeks into his first year. Intrigued, he brings his older siblings, Delphini and Mattheo, along for the adventure.

⭑ 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 - Series in the Riddle Family Series, where Tom becomes the new defence of the dark arts professor. Cute little oneshots of the family and their little adventures at Hogwarts.

───DILF!TOM RIDDLE

⭑ 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞: Fifty wands point at Tom Riddle and his pregnant wife, but when labor begins unexpectedly, the Dark Lord must navigate the chaos of childbirth and combat all at once.

✦ 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 - Y/N feels nervous about taking a pregnancy test in front of her husband, Tom, but his comforting presence and reassuring words remind her that no matter the outcome, they are a team—ready to face it all, together.

─INCLUDING - MATTHEO

⟢𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 ✦ 𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 - Holding Mattheo for the first time, Tom Riddle discovers a tenderness he never knew he had.

✦ 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 - When baby Mattheo calls Tom "My Wuv," copying Y/N’s affectionate nickname, the proud father attempts to teach his son to say "Dark Lord" instead. The baby frowns at the title, sticking with "Ommy," much to Y/N’s amusement.

⟢𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 ✦ 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 - Y/N finds Tom teaching Mattheo to communicate with Nagini, much to her surprise. After a lighthearted scolding, Y/N makes Nagini promise to safeguard their son. The moment is filled with playful exchanges and a reminder of the Riddle family's deep and magical ties.

✦ 𝐀 𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 - In his mother’s absence, Mattheo turns to his father for comfort, leading to a heartfelt moment where Tom realizes the depth of his own longing for connection.

✦ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 - When Mattheo's teasing pushes Tom to hex him, Y/N steps in to heal the situation. Through her tenderness, she reminds Tom why her nickname for their son reflects the love she has for her husband.

✦ 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - Tom Riddle’s soothing voice reads Y/N to sleep every night, but one evening their son stumbles in, envious of the quiet time his parents share. Tom indulges him, carrying the boy back to his bed with a wink at Y/N.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲 - In a cozy moment at the Riddle household, Mattheo proudly shows his latest painting of his mother, only for his father to discover a surprise portrait of himself.

⟢𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 ✦ 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 - Mattheo is greeted by the portraits that have cared for his parents throughout their years at Hogwarts. The portraits share funny and touching anecdotes of Tom and Y/N, revealing how much they adore them.

✦ 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭 - Tom struggles to believe he’s a figure of admiration for his son, but Y/N insists that Mattheo’s actions speak louder than his words. ✦ 𝐀 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬 - After Mattheo's recklessness nearly gets him exposed, Tom is forced to step in—eliminating the threat with ruthless efficiency. As they stand over the body, Mattheo's sarcasm meets Tom’s deadly seriousness, highlighting the stark contrast between father and son.

✦ 𝐀 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞’𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 -On the eve of his departure for Hogwarts, Mattheo sneaks into his parents’ bedroom to cuddle his mother, overwhelmed by the thought of leaving her. When his girlfriend Astoria reveals she’s been secretly sleeping over, Tom is less than thrilled, but Y/N calms the family, letting Mattheo savor his final moments of comfort.

✦ 𝐀 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 - Mattheo Riddle makes his debut at a Death Eater meeting, taking his place beside his father, Tom. With a mix of arrogance and sharp intelligence, he quickly establishes his presence, while Tom silently observes his son’s first steps into the ruthless world he will one day lead.

✦ 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 - Y/N reveals the truth about a spell Tom cast to protect Mattheo and his sister, helping Mattheo understand his father’s reserved but deep love.

✦ 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 - When Mattheo challenges his father’s possessive rule about always getting the last kiss, Tom steps in to prove his point. Needed to write a version that included Mattheo lol. this is a sequel to both Kiss and Run and A Lover's Determination.

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 -Mattheo confronts his father with a bold question—did he baby trap his mother? Tom, ever composed, confirms it, revealing the possessive and strategic love that led to Mattheo’s existence.

✦ 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧 - Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Tom Riddle watches as his son Mattheo, with his quick wit and sharp intelligence, demonstrates the counter-jinx flawlessly. Though Mattheo’s sarcasm is ever-present, it’s clear that he’s inherited more than just his father’s looks—he’s a mirror image of his intellect, and Tom couldn’t be more proud.

✦𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧 - As Y/N cares for their sick son, Tom finds himself unexpectedly jealous, her gentle teasing exposing a vulnerability he never thought he’d feel—especially within his own family.

✦ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - Mattheo Riddle challenges his father's harsh expectations, uncovering the pain and regret that shaped Tom's complex approach to parenthood. - 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 Part Two | 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 Part Three

✦ 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 -Mattheo seeks advice from his father, Tom, on winning Astoria back, only for Y/N to walk in and realize just how much their son takes after his possessive, obsessive father.

✦ 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫-𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 -A heartbroken Mattheo gets a lesson in Riddle-style love, learning that his father has always played the long game. Y/N just sighs, knowing it’s hopeless.

✦ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 -A magical injury forces Mattheo to endure both his father’s healing touch and sharp tongue. Their banter, while laced with criticism, underscores the unshakable bond between them as Tom ensures his son’s safety.

✦ 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - Y/N is horrified to find Tom teaching dark spells to Mattheo, yet the sight of them together reminds her how alike the two Riddle men truly are.

✦ 𝐌𝐲 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬! 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬! - Mattheo accidentally interrupts his parents, instantly regretting it.

✦ 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 - Mattheo’s first kill reveals just how much he’s like his father, leaving Tom proud and Y/N resigned.

✦ 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 -Mattheo confronts his ex-girlfriend, Astoria, after seeing her with a new date, exposing the depth of his heartbreak. As the painful conversation unfolds, Mattheo admits the raw truth of how he feels about her, and the emotional weight of his words leaves both of them—and his watching parents—shaken.

✦ 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 - Mattheo’s first kill leaves him shaken, but his family, led by Tom and Y/N, quickly springs into action to help him clean up the mess. While Y/N offers maternal comfort, Tom expresses pride in their son’s actions.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Mattheo's concern for Astoria’s safety prompts a serious talk with his father, where Tom shares his methods of ensuring Y/N’s safety in their youth.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞: As Mattheo gets ready to board the Hogwarts Express, Delphini refuses to let go of her brother, revealing her deep attachment. Y/N and Tom navigate the tender chaos, with Tom’s sly wit and Y/N’s steady warmth keeping the moment grounded in love and humor.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 -Tom’s attempt to unwind in his wife’s lap is disrupted when their son Mattheo seeks her assistance. As Mattheo insists and Tom refuses to let her go, the Riddle family humorously reveals just how clingy they can be when it comes to Y/N.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫’𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Mattheo’s confession of his relationship with Astoria sparks varied reactions from the Riddle family. While Y/N dreams of tea parties, Tom prepares his son for the duties of protecting what is his.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 -Mattheo’s protective instincts solidify his role as his father’s son, earning Tom’s quiet pride. Astoria, thrust into the family’s deadly dynamics, begins to see the harsh but unwavering loyalty that defines the Riddles.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫 -Tom addresses Mattheo as his "little heir," revealing a rare emotional warmth and their shared history through the nickname.

✦𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 - As Mattheo departs for Hogwarts, a shared look from Tom, Y/N, and their son leaves Dumbledore momentarily startled.

✦𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 - As Dumbledore warns Mattheo about his behavior, he’s left wondering if he’s witnessing history repeating itself.

✦𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Mattheo defies his parents' expectations and continues to challenge authority, but his parents' legacy is hard to ignore.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 - When Mattheo Riddle gets into a fight, his father Tom doesn’t scold him but instead shares lessons from his and Y/N’s Hogwarts days, showing Mattheo how to fight with his magic instead of his fists.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 - Tom Riddle enters the library and leaves a fresh set of sharpened pencils and tea for Mattheo. The small acts of service go unnoticed until Mattheo finally pieces everything together. sequel

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 - After a difficult day, Mattheo Riddle turns to his father for comfort.

✦ 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 - Exhausted from his mission, Tom realizes both Y/N and their son stayed up just to see him home safe, filling him with warmth.

✦ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 - After a painful breakup with Astoria, Mattheo seeks comfort from his parents, Y/N and Tom. While Y/N offers gentle reassurance, Tom—ever the blunt one—insists he never liked her anyway.

✦ 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - As Tom Riddle broods over what he perceives as competition for his wife’s affection, Y/N’s teasing and playful demeanor slowly dissolve his frustration. In a quiet moment, they share an intimate exchange, proving that even the Dark Lord can be softened by love and the woman who knows how to bring him to his knees.

─INCLUDING - DELPHINI

⟢𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈 ✦ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝’𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐕𝐨𝐰 - As Tom Riddle holds his newborn daughter, Delphini, in his arms, his heart races in a way he never expected. He vows to protect her, to keep her safe from the world. But when Y/N walks in with a sleepy Mattheo, Tom corrects himself—Delphini is his second favorite. And no, she’s not allowed to date until she’s thirty. ⟢𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈

✦ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - Feared by many, ruthless to most, but utterly devoted to one—Tom Riddle is completely wrapped around his baby daughter’s tiny finger. When Y/N and Mattheo walk in to find him covered in glitter and indulging Delphini’s every whim, they realize one undeniable truth: the Dark Lord is definitely a girl dad. ✦ 𝐇𝐮𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Delphini seeks comfort from her mother, their quiet moment leads to a heartfelt realization about her father’s hesitance with affection—and a promise for change. ✦ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 - Y/N starts her day with Delphini sharing her book, a cherished habit previously shared with her father. As the day unfolds, Y/N sees the depth of her daughter’s longing, despite her denial. ✦ 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧 -When Delphini sees Y/N leaning on Tom, she makes her claim loud and clear: he’s her daddy. ✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Tom teaches Delphini how to braid Y/N’s hair, despite his initial reluctance. Through humor, patience, and some lighthearted teasing, the family bonds over this simple, yet meaningful moment. ✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞: As Mattheo gets ready to board the Hogwarts Express, Delphini refuses to let go of her brother, revealing her deep attachment. Y/N and Tom navigate the tender chaos, with Tom’s sly wit and Y/N’s steady warmth keeping the moment grounded in love and humor.

⟢𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈 ✦ 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 - When Delphini shyly approaches Tom Riddle in search of her mother, he quickly realizes she’s started her period. Taking her to a store, he surprises her by knowing exactly what she needs and reassures her with the love and care only a father can provide. Part Two

✦ 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 - After a hard day, Delphini seeks comfort from her father, Tom Riddle, instead of his wrath. As she cries herself to sleep in his lap, Tom’s protective instincts clash with his rare tender side, while Y/N silently ensures the culprit pays for their actions.

✦ 𝐀 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 - Delphini braids Y/N’s hair, she is comforted by a tradition that both calms her anxiety and connects her to her parents’ past. Tom reveals that he used to do the same thing for Y/N during their Hogwarts days.

✦ 𝐀 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭-𝐭𝐨-𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - After breaking up with Enzo, Delphini returns home, acting nonchalant about it. Tom immediately assumes the worst, ready to hunt Enzo down, until Delphini admits she was the one who ended it.

✦ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 -When Delphini snuggles into her father after a nightmare, Tom’s awkwardness melts under her teasing guidance. Y/N’s quiet encouragement and Delphini’s charm make the moment a sweet glimpse into the Riddle family’s tender bond.

✦ 𝐈𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 - A quiet evening at the Riddle household is interrupted when Delphini calls for help, revealing she's accidentally killed a student. Tom and Y/N react differently: Tom approves, while Y/N is exasperated but can't deny the dark legacy they've passed on to their children.

✦ 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 - Delphini interrupts a tense Death Eater meeting, demanding her father’s attention for a simple request: for him to read her a book. With the Death Eaters quickly dismissed, Tom, though slightly exasperated, indulges his daughter, showing a rare tender side as he reads to her.

✦ 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 - During a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, Delphini flawlessly demonstrates a spell her father taught her years ago, prompting playful banter. Tom, proud of his daughter's skill, reminds the class that as fourth years, they should already be well-versed in these advanced spells.

✦ 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 -When Delphini’s independent streak leads her to try and heal her own injury, Tom steps in with his usual protective nature. The two butt heads in a humorous back-and-forth before sharing a rare and tender moment of affection that highlights their close relationship.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 - Delphini Riddle’s intellect mirrors her father’s, but her sharp mind also carries an uncanny resemblance to her mother. Tom struggles with her constant correct answers and the tension it creates in the classroom, but in a quiet moment, he acknowledges her intelligence and whispers a rare compliment.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 - Tom's quiet ritual of rereading books for his daughter becomes a source of unspoken joy for him. As Delphini enthusiastically shares her thoughts on the latest novel, Tom listens intently, secretly enjoying their thoughtful conversations and the bond they’ve built over literature.

✦ 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - Tom’s quiet tenderness shines through as he carefully braids Delphini’s hair, a skill honed from years of pampering Y/N. When Y/N joins them, she’s touched by the love and care Tom shows their daughter, and Delphini proudly shows off her new look.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 - Delphini casually confesses to her parents that she is bisexual, but her parents, Tom and Y/N, have known for a while. They offer their unwavering support, and their understanding brings Delphini a sense of relief as she realizes she’s always had their love.

✦ 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 - Delphini wrestles with her latest story as her father, Tom Riddle, watches silently from afar. His subtle interference in the form of helpful books, advice, and thoughtful gestures unveils a side of him Delphini realises the subtle ways he’s been supporting her all along. sequel

─INCLUDING - MARVOLO

⟢𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎 ✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝’𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 - When baby Marvolo’s cries disrupt the night, Tom insists Y/N rest and takes over himself. Despite his dry humor and mock threats to his son, his quiet affection reveals how deeply he cherishes his family.

⟢𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎 ✦ 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 -Afraid of the dark, Marvolo sneaks into his parents' room, taking his father’s wand to cast a comforting light charm. Joined by Nagini, who refuses to leave his side, Marvolo finds solace in his mother’s embrace and his father’s quiet presence.

✦ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 - Young Marvolo excitedly shares his dreams of becoming the proud owner of a basilisk, only to be met with his father’s practical wisdom. Despite his persistence, Tom’s fondness for his son’s enthusiasm shines through as he patiently guides him through the world of serpents.

✦ 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 - When Marvolo injures his arm in a reckless climbing escapade, Tom attempts to heal him. However, the ever-active Marvolo is more interested in playing with Nagini than staying still, leaving his father exasperated and Nagini surprisingly helpful.

✦ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨’𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡 - After a lively chase around the manor, Marvolo finally earns Nagini’s approval. His parents watch fondly, sharing a quiet moment of love and pride for their determined little son.

✦ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 - Guilt-ridden after an argument, Tom discovers Y/N and their youngest son asleep in a moment of pure comfort. His gentle actions and her sleepy acknowledgment reflect the love that keeps them together despite their quarrels.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 - Tom Riddle faces an unexpected challenge as his six-year-old son, Marvolo, evades bedtime with a mix of mischief, magic, and a surprising knack for spells. Y/N watches the spectacle unfold, providing encouragement and humor as Tom navigates the chaos of parenthood.

⟢𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎

✦ 𝐀 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 - Marvolo arrives through the portal and finds his father, young Tom Riddle, struggling to tie his school tie. Amused, Marvolo steps in to help, unknowingly creating a full-circle moment—since in the future, it’s Tom who teaches him. ✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 -As Marvolo proudly announces his Hogwarts acceptance, Y/N and Tom reflect on the bittersweet nature of parenthood. Y/N’s affectionate support contrasts with Tom’s reluctant acceptance, creating a heartfelt moment where they realize how much they’ll miss their baby boy.

Part Two - With one shots of all three kids, Mattheo, Delphini and Marvolo.

೯ ⁺ 𖥻 no more paradise on earth . ᰋ

Social media au / Some written parts !

summary: Reader was a Kook as a child, always hanging around Sarah and Rafe, becoming best friends with them really quickly, in part because her parents were the richest family on the island. Due the sudden death of her parents, the Camerons got custody of her. But while living with them she discovered things that maybe she wasn’t meant to know, especially the truth about her parents death and the disappearance of Big John Routledge.

pairing: Rafe x Exkook!pogue!reader

a/n: i don’t know why the first slide is so fucking grainy I SWEAR that when i downloaded it, it was fine 😓😓 also don’t like how the chat slides are BUT OK, this is the first part so it’s kinda a intro? I DON’T KNOW; let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

older rafe and his disgustingly young gf!

Rafe was a busy, busy man. He was the CEO of a company so he was constantly busy. He still had to take care of his little sister Wheezie, but with his busy schedule he just couldn’t!

which is where you came in. Rafe hired you to babysit Wheezie while he worked his shifts. you only ever had a real conversation with Rafe during the interview. You were so nervous and panting because he just kept gazing at you in ways that made you feel all hot and bothered!

it didn’t help the shirt you wore was basically bursting at the seems! you took it to a dry cleaners the day before but they screwed up. :( Rafe couldn’t keep his eyes off you, palming himself throughout the whole interview. Using all of his willpower to stop from jumping over the table and fucking you right there. his questions were a bit redundant but he needed to keep himself calm. He knew he had to have you, so he hired you on the spot and that was that!

You rarely saw Rafe, only getting a few short glimpses before he left for work in the morning! when your babysitting was over he would come home, pay you, and walk upstairs without a word. it made you a lil upset, did he just not want you anymore? you knew the interview wasn’t just your imagination.

but what you didn’t know is that he did want you. so fucking bad. he had to rush up the stairs so he wouldn’t act on his impulses. but it was just so fucking hard with the skirts you wore and the pretty lashes that made every blink you took look like you were begging.

he had to get away from you as quickly as possible so he wouldn’t ruin what little respect you probably had for him.

eventually you got tired of it and just wanted him, regardless of the punishment. you started calling him Mr. Cameron and pushing him for small talk. everytime he responded you’d look up at him with your doe eyes and hands behind your back. pushing your chest out just a little bit and appearing submissive for him. you knew how men worked!

he got antsy very very quickly. Rafe loved how eager to please you looked, how dumb and fuckable you seemed to get when he was around. but he couldn’t ruin you. touching you in every way he wanted could ruin his reputation, but honestly he didn’t care anymore.

Rafe came home late one day, a hard meeting with an asshole CEO of another company ending in a yelling match, and having to come home just to remember Wheezie was at a friends house.

He thought you’d be gone by now, considering there was nothing left for you to do. but he was so fucking wrong. Rafe walked into the kitchen, looking for his bourbon. after pouring himself a glass, he walked into the dining room just to see you on the floor cleaning up.

the clothes you were in didn’t help, they fit you like a glove and leaved almost nothing to the imagination. you had on a tiny pink skirt, a lacy top with buttons down to the hem, and one of his jackets on.

you looked up, a smirk almost rising to your lips, but you knew you had to keep the act up.

“oh my! ‘m so sorry Mr. Cameron! i was trying to clean up the house for you but i broke a glass. and it was so cold i thought maybe it would be okay if i wore your jacket but i can-“

“shut the fuck up.” Rafe snapped. all patience lost. he took of his coat and unbuttoned his cuffs. you went to stand up but he stopped you.

“did i tell you to get up?” you shook your head, letting it drop back down. “exactly, stay on the fucking floor”

you clasped your hands in your lap, gazing down. Rafe circled around you as if to figure out his next move, while you tried not to make one.

“do you think this is funny? teasing me and practically whoring yourself out just to see if i’ll finally touch you?” you glanced up, wanting to explain yourself but he stopped you.

“eyes down. or you’ll be leaving here high and dry without my hands on you.” you listened to his every word, wanting nothing less than to please him so you could get exactly what you wanted.

Rafe walked over to a chair at the head of the table and sat down. he spread his legs and slouched, allowing yourself to see the bulge poking out of his dress pants. “come here.” he whispered. you hesitated for a second, before moving to stand once more.

“Jesus fucking Christ, how many times do i have to say don’t fucking stand up. i want you to crawl like the needy puppy you are.”

crawling over to him, you tried your best to keep your head down and stay quiet. you whimpered only slightly when you realized how dirty your knees must be.

Rafe lifted your head by placing his thumb under your chin. he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips. you moved closer, eager to get more of him, but he didn’t let you.

he shoved you back, landing on your palms with your chest pushed in the air. Rafe slowly unbuckled his pants, pulling off his belt. he stood up and grabbed you with ease, placing you on his lap and sitting down.

“c’mon baby take what you need. i’ll be nice from now on, swear.”

you nodded eagerly, unzipping his pants and pulling him out of his boxers. his tip was a flushed shade of pink, the slightest bit of precum leaking from the head.

completely losing your confident facade from early and stuttering only slightly you stroked him slowly, watching as his head tilted back in pleasure.

“can i suck you off please? wanna taste you!” you pleaded, cheeks flushed with need.

“nah baby, wanna cum inside you. just lemme fuck you first and we’ll see about that afterwards.” he mumbled, tapping your hips twice to get you to lift up.

he moved your panties to the side, sliding inside you without any warning. the pain was pleasurable and uncomfortable at the same time.

the first few movements of yours were slow, with him not almost as if he was still hesitant. still gripping onto the last little bit of decorum he had. but the second you let out that sickeningly sweet moan right by his ear, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Rafe grabbed your hips fucking up into without a care in the world. you moaned out loud, echoing through the house. tears welled in your eyes from the sheer pleasure Rafe was giving you. he moved his left hand to arch your back onto his chest, forcing his cock deeper into you.

“n-need you to cum first pup, don’t care about nutting right now. wanna feel ‘ya, fuck, cumming around my tip!”

you could only nod your head, the slightest bit of drool dripping out of your mouth. Rafe watched it fall, licking it up and moaning at the taste of you. he was so fucking gross.

“pleasepleaseplease baby, lemme kiss you”he mumbled against your lips, pressing closer and closer as he awaited your response. you were so fucked out you could barely respond!

he slapped your cheek, thrusting inside you with hard fast strokes, jackhammering into you.

“words baby, use them”

you whined out a yes and pressed your lips to his, surely bruising them.

Rafe snuck a hand around your front to press his thumb to your clit, putting pressure on it before rubbing it in circles. the hand he kept on your hip made its way up to your neck, choking you in the best way.

the difficulty and strain of not being able to breathe fully made your eyes roll to the back of your head. you could barely think with the lack of oxygen reaching your brain. Rafe watched as your eyes glazed over, smirking when he saw you wheeze out a whimper. loosening his grip only slightly, he pulled you closer to him.

“cum for me in the next 10 seconds or you won’t be able to breathe until i’m done.” he whispered in your ear.

starting the countdown, he watched as your hips met his every thrust. by the time he got to 6 you were ready to black out, but that rush of euphoria hit and you spasmed on top of him.

your back arched, a scream combined with a moan wrenching itself out of your throat.

the strength of your orgasm making you slump against him, coaxing his orgasm as he saw how pliant you became against him.

he rubbed your back, kissing up your neck as he let you fall asleep and letting your whole body become relaxed. Rafe patted down your ruffled hair and stayed inside of you, letting his cum plug you up. you were gonna be his forever.

MY FAVORITE SMUT MASTERLIST RECS

Corrupted || Remus Lupin x reader

Three || Hermione G. x reader x Ginny W.

Busy || Hermione Granger x reader

Torture || Draco Malfoy x reader

Frustration || Poly!Marauders x reader

A bit of a flirt || Lavender Brown x reader

Hermione Granger x reader x Fred Weasley

Relax || Hermione Granger x reader

good girl || Remus Lupin x reader

potion class || Hermione Granger x reader

Eyes On Me || Remus Lupin x reader

The third night || Remus Lupin x reader

slumber party || Pansy P. x reader x Ginny W.

Desperate || Ginny Weasley x reader

books and cleverness || H.G x reader x P.P

sugar mama || Pansy Parkinson x reader

Corridor Confessions || Remus L. x reader

feels too right || James Potter x reader

how it all began || poly!Marauders x reader

Check-Up || Draco Malfoy x reader

look at her || poly!Marauders x reader

Yes, Professor || Remus Lupin x reader

free time || Ginny Weasly x reader

later || Draco Malfoy x reader x Theodore Nott

if you were here || Pansy Parkinson x reader

if you were here (pt.2) || Pansy P. x reader

Loose The Ropes || James Potter x reader

Safe || James Potter x reader

Phone || Lily Evans x reader

Lesson || Draco Malfoy x reader

Rated PG. || Harry Potter x reader

little one || Lucius Malfoy x reader

see you monday || Lucius Malfoy x reader

Forbidden || Draco Malfoy x reader

rings || Natasha romanoff x reader

patience || Natasha romanoff x reader

star student || poly!Marauders x reader

Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Mommy Please || Ron Weasley x reader

little girl || Remus Lupin x reader x Sirius Black

touch || Tasm!Peter Parker x reader

my good boy || James Potter x reader

She doesn't let me Rot || Tasm!Peter P. x reader

Cat Fight || Lily E. x reader x Marlene M.

Educational decree No. 16 || D.M. x Potter!sister reader

Steve's Birthday Wish || Mafia!Steve x reader x Mafia!Bucky

Good Morning || Poly!Marauders x reader

Tear You Apart || Remus Lupin x reader

S3x Lesson || Draco Malfoy x reader

mine || Poly!Marauders x reader

everything happens for a reason || Poly!Marauders x reader

mood || Hermione Granger x reader

Library fun || Hermione Granger x reader

what do you have to say? || Natasha R. x reader

My bride || Natasha Romanoff x reader

Jetsetter || OT7 BTS x reader

Breaststroke, Breast... stroke || Wanda × Reader

Workaholic || Wadnat × Reader

New house || Elizabeth Olsen × Reader

Reunion || Wanda maximoff × Reader

Babysitting || Wanda maximoff × Reader

Birthday girl. || Natasha Romanoff × Reader

Dressing room || Wanda maximoff x Reader

Your power is my now || Wanda M. x Reader

Hushed || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Friend? || James Potter x Reader

Of Tears and Triumphs

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summarize: A quiet morning at the Cameron estate becomes a turning point as the reader grapples with anxiety and a relapse in her eating disorder journey . Rafe, noticing the distress, offers comfort and support, reminding her that nothing is ever lost.

Warning(s): Eating disorders (compulsive eating), body dysmorphia, anxiety, emotional distress (shame, guilt), mental health struggles (depression, self-image issues), substance abuse (reference to past drug use).

A/N: To anyone reading this who is struggling right now, I want you to know that you are not alone. It's okay to feel lost, to feel overwhelmed, and to not have everything figured out. Healing is a journey, and it doesn’t happen overnight. Be kind to yourself, even when it feels impossible. You are so much more than your struggles.

Remember, reaching out for help is a sign of strength, not weakness. There are people – therapists, counselors, loved ones – who can support you through this. You don't have to face it alone, and you deserve to find the peace and healing that’s waiting for you. Please, take the first step towards getting the help you deserve. You are worth it. 💙

The sun had just begun to creep over the horizon, casting a gentle, golden glow over the Cameron estate. Everything was deceptively perfect: the ocean's rhythmic crashing in the distance, the birds that chirped from the tree canopies, and the soft rustle of leaves carried by the morning breeze. Yet beneath this serene surface, a storm brewed in your chest.

You sat on the edge of the bed, legs folded underneath you, the light duvet twisted in your restless fingers. Rafe's side of the bed was empty, the indentation of his head still fresh on the pillow. He'd gone out for an early surf with Kelce and Topper, leaving you alone with your thoughts – a dangerous place to be.

The room felt stifling, the silence pressing into your ears like cotton. You glanced at the old Polaroid on the nightstand. In it, you and Rafe were beaming, arms slung around each other at some summer bonfire weeks before. Your hair was wild from the salt water, and his grin was as reckless as ever. It was weeks after your steady recover, before you tripped and the weight of guilt and shame began pressing down on you like lead.

Yesterday had started normally. You’d woken up with the soft glow of the sun filtering through the curtains, feeling almost optimistic. It wasn’t until you scrolled through Instagram that the first thread of anxiety wove itself around your chest. A picture from a girl you used to know, toned and confident in her bikini, had appeared at the top of your feed. The caption read “Hard work pays off.”

Your thumb froze mid-scroll, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Memories of skipped meals and endless calculations surfaced like unwelcome ghosts. A voice in your head, sharp and familiar, whispered, Why can’t you be like that?

The feeling followed you through the day, clinging like a second skin as your whole algorithmic seemed to sense your mind and show you all the gorgeous and thin girls in your feed. By the time afternoon came, the anxiety had grown into a suffocating mass that sat heavy in your chest. You paced the kitchen, each footstep echoing in your head. The silence was unbearable, the ticking of the clock like a countdown to something inevitable. You knew you weren’t going to settle down or forget until you did it.

The pantry door creaked as you opened it. Your fingers hovered over the neatly stacked items, trembling. Just a little, you told yourself, reaching for a handful of crackers. Just a few so I can cover this awful feeling – some good, old food comfort. But one taste turned into two, and soon, control slipped through your grasp like sand.

You moved on autopilot, the familiar numbness settling in as you grabbed chocolate bars, chips, anything you could find. Each bite was frantic, fueled by desperation and self-loathing. The last spoonful of ice cream melted on your tongue, its sweetness turning bitter as regret surged up, hot and suffocating.

When you came to, the evidence surrounded you: wrappers crumpled like discarded dreams, smudges of chocolate on your hands, the tub of ice cream half-melted on the counter. The kitchen, once a place of comfort, had become a cage, and you were the only prisoner.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you sank to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. The weight of shame pressed down, crushing and relentless.

This morning, the mirror was your jury, and it was merciless. You tugged at your shirt, the fabric clinging to your skin as if conspiring against you. Your eyes, usually bright with laughter, were rimmed with red, dull and haunted. The internal monologue was relentless:

You’re weak. You’ve ruined everything. How could you let it happen again?

The silence in the house was shattered by the sound of the front door opening and closing. Rafe's voice echoed through the hallway, carefree and light. “Babe? You here?”

You didn’t respond, the shame was too raw, too close. You pulled your knees tighter to your chest, staring blankly at the mirror as if it would offer some kind of reprieve.

Footsteps approached and then paused at the threshold. The room was drenched in the soft, fading sunlight, but it did nothing to lift the heavy atmosphere.

“Hey.” Rafe’s voice softened when he saw you, the smile fading from his lips. Concern clouded his eyes as he took in your hunched form, your tear-streaked cheeks. He set down his phone without a word, crossing the room in three long strides.

“What happened?” he asked, voice low and gentle. He knelt beside you, resting a warm hand on your knee. The weight of his gaze was heavy but not suffocating, it was grounding.

“I messed up.” You whispered, voice breaking. “I messed up so bad.”

Rafe’s brows knitted, and he took a breath, steady and patient. “Talk to me, baby.” he coaxed. When you didn’t reply, he shifted to sit beside you on the floor, pulling you closer.

“I ate. I ate everything yesterday. I couldn’t stop.” you admitted, the words spilling out in a rush. Your voice trembled with the weight of confession. “And now I can’t stand to look at myself or… or to look at food again.”

His jaw clenched, not out of anger but out of a protective frustration. “Hey, hey” he whispered, turning to face you fully. His hands found yours, fingers weaving together with tender insistence. “Listen to me. You are not defined by one moment, alright? Not by yesterday, not by what happened.”

Tears welled up again, and you looked down, unable to meet his eyes. Rafe reached out, tilting your chin up so that you had no choice but to look at his blue eyes. “You were there for me, remember?” he said, his voice thickening. “Every time I messed up, every time I felt like I couldn’t crawl out of that pit with coke. You pulled me through. Don’t you dare think I’m not going to do the same for you. For however long it takes.”

The room stilled, the truth of his words settling into the spaces between the pain and you couldn’t help the sob that escaped your lips. You felt pathetic and mess, and yet Rafe was being understanding and loving – he was treating you like you should treat yourself.

He took your hand, placing a kiss to your palm as his eyes watched you tenderly. “Why don’t you take a nice bath?” he suggested, his voice gentle but firm. “It’ll help you feel a little better.”

You blinked at him, the exhaustion and emotional weight making it difficult to argue. Reluctantly, you nodded, and with a small smile, Rafe guided you to the bathroom, making sure you were settled before stepping out quietly, having lighten up your favorite eucalyptus scented cantle on the way out.

As the warm water wrapped around you, easing the tension in your muscles, Rafe was already in the kitchen, brow furrowed as he watched a YouTube video on his phone, the volume low so you wouldn’t hear. The video was one of those wholesome, comforting cooking channels, and he paid close attention, following each step precisely. He wanted this to be a surprise, a moment where he could make you feel seen and cared for like you had made him feel when he was struggling to keep clean.

Half an hour later, you slipped into one of Rafe’s sweaters, not wanting any fabric hugging your body. The scent of simmering herbs greeting you as you opened the bedroom’s door. Your curiosity piqued, and you made your way to the kitchen to find Rafe standing over the stove, a look of focused concentration on his face as he stirred a pot.

“Rafe?” you called, the sound soft, hesitant.

He turned, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he caught your surprised expression. “Hey, I thought you could use something warm and comforting.”

“You didn’t have to—” you started, but he interrupted with a warm look.

“Yes, I did,” he said firmly. “It’s just a light soup to warm your stomach and keep you up. Something gentle to help you feel a little more settled.”

A few minutes later, he ladled the soup into a bowl, sliding it in front of you with a spoon. “This is going to be the best soup you’ve ever had.” He promised with a wink.

“And if you can’t eat much, that’s okay but you just gotta try, alright.” He pulled a chair, his arm sneaking around your waist as he brought you to his lap. His hand on your hip brushing a soft pattern under the fabric.

“Thank you.” you whispered, the tightness in your chest easing a little as you blinked a tear away.

Rafe pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Always,” he said, his voice unwavering. “And remember, we’re in this together. Every single step.”

The first bite was warm and soothing and you felt your cheeks burning as he guided the spoon to your lips but his gentle whispers distracting you from feeling ashamed. He watched, eyes hopeful and patient. “It’s… really good.” you said, a small, genuine smile breaking through.

“Told you.” he grinned proudly, his lips moving to the bare skin on your shoulder. “And if we have to go through this a hundred more times, we will. We’re in this together, okay?”

You nodded, the knot in your chest loosening, replaced with something warm and steadfast. Hope didn’t feel so far out of reach.

“Tomorrow, we’re booking an appointment with the best therapist in Charleston. We’ll find someone who can help, okay? Someone who can give you the support you need.”

The sincerity in his voice brought fresh tears to your eyes. It felt like an embrace, even though he hadn’t moved further.

“You can do this, baby. You’re my tough girl, remember?” He whispered, his hand running up and down in a soothing rhythm on your back as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

i think part of the gut punch about daniel leaving is the combination of him giving so much of himself to the sport and fans (through dts and being so open etc) and getting so little back from it (not even getting the decency or grace of an announcement prior to his last race so he could do doughnuts or celebrate, instead we got him crying in an interview as he was ruthlessly ribbed about it for headlines and him being unable to say goodbye to and get a genuine appreciation & send off from fans). anyway, fuck red bull for that 👍

I get that Formula 1 is a competition. I get that business can be cruel. But, in the words of Susie Wolff:

It seems like some (cough) teams have forgotten what it means to have empathy and compassion lately. Because there is, in fact, a way to move on from drivers without seeming callous and ungrateful … if teams would actually care enough to use it.

Some reminders and affirmations:

It’s okay to feel sad because the season has ended.

It’s okay to feel sad because the grid won’t look the same next year.

It’s okay to feel sad because your favorite driver doesn’t have a seat in 2025.

It’s okay to feel sad because your favorite driver will be driving for a different team next season.

It’s okay to feel sad because things are changing. But it’s also okay to feel happy and excited.

There’s no right or wrong here. Sports are quite literally designed to play on our emotions. This is just part of being a fan.

Whatever you’re feeling right now, your feelings are valid ❤️