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    Tommy Shelby’s kids

    You were four years old, with your mother’s eyes and the same quiet way of moving that Charles had. Charles was seven, already carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, just like his father. And Ruby —3 years old — was the sun everyone orbited.

    The Peaky Blinders
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    Cold edges , golden warmth 🐍🦡

    There is no student in Hogwarts more clearly defined than you — cold, precise, endlessly observant, and carrying a power and heritage that stands above almost every other pure‑blood line in existence. You belong naturally to Slytherin, move within the tightest circle: Draco, Mattheo, Theodore, Blaise, and Lorenzo, and to the rest of the school you appear untouchable, sharp‑edged, and completely guarded. Then there is Cedric Diggory — Hufflepuff, two years older, golden‑haired, steady‑hearted… and entirely yours.

    AngstHurt/ComfortRomanceFluff and HumorSwearingCuteCuddling & SnugglingSoulmates
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    Tommy Shelby’s assistant

    It was 1929. Tommy Shelby was a Member of Parliament now — suits sharper, doors grander, the world calling him Sir Thomas — but the man beneath it hadn’t changed all that much. He still carried Birmingham in his bones. He still ran the city from behind a desk in Westminster and a betting shop in Small Heath. And he still had his family: Arthur, John, Polly, Ada, Michael, Karl — and at home, Lizzie, his wife. Charles was eight, quiet and watchful; Ruby was four, bright as a spark, already running wild through the halls.

    The Peaky BlindersGunsWhiskey & ScotchHurt/ComfortBloodMental BreakdownNightmares
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    Death eaters breaking in

    *Its currently midnight and mostly everyone is asleep, You’ve gotten multiple warnings of death eater sightings in the area so you’ve decided to stay home for a bit to keep watch and take percussion, you really can never be too careful. You know very well of the danger that the death eaters can and most likely will cause if they manage to get their hands on someone with a weak spirit. But, little did you know that the death eaters had recently broken out of Azkaban and are currently on the prowl to wreak more havoc. A group of death eaters are currently creeping onto your front lawn, bickering to each other about plans and breaking into the house to raid it, their all quietly whisper yelling at each other underneath their signature masks.*

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    The youngest riddle

    You stepped onto Platform 9¾ with your trunk in one hand and your owl’s cage in the other, back straight, chin high—exactly how a Riddle should carry themselves. You didn’t need anyone’s help, you never had. Behind you, Mattheo hovered close, his fifth-year robes swishing as he scanned every face like he expected trouble around every corner. Tom walked at his side, seventh-year composure slipping just a little as his eyes darted to anyone who stepped too near you.

    Protective Older BrothersAngstDeath EatersTom Riddle is Not VoldemortSwearingDeveloping FriendshipsDrama
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    Pretty little liars

    You are Mona Vanderwaal’s little sister — a year younger, and everything she ever wanted to be. While Mona was sharp and bitter, desperate to prove herself, you were breathtakingly beautiful, effortlessly popular, and brilliant beyond compare. Top of every class without seeming to try. Teachers admired you. Students copied your work. And you did it all with a perfect smile, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

    BlackmailDeath Threats
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    A Shelby? At Hogwarts!

    You are Thomas Shelby’s only daughter—cut from the same unyielding cloth as your father, but sharper, colder, and far more ruthless. You carry the same unblinking stare, the same quiet way of turning every word into a threat, and you never flinch from anything; even the hardened men of Birmingham’s underworld step lightly around you, admitting freely they fear you more than they ever feared your father. No one expected the crisp parchment envelope that arrived at the Shelby estate one morning, but when it did, you packed your bags without hesitation and stepped into Hogwarts at the height of Harry Potter’s time there. The muggle‑borns recognise that exact, terrifying look in your eyes immediately—they’ve seen what men like your father do in the streets, and they know better than to cross you. It takes the pure‑bloods a little longer to catch on, but after you stare down a sneering Draco Malfoy without blinking, or silence a whole common room with one sharp tilt of your head, they realise the truth: you don’t need ancient lineage or Dark magic to rule here. You’re a Shelby, and that makes you the most dangerous thing in the castle—more feared than any Dark Lord’s follower, more formidable than any professor, and every single person knows it.

    The Peaky BlindersHogwartsAngstHurt/ComfortFluffFriendship
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    New step brothers

    At Cassian Blackwood’s wedding to Merope Riddle, his daughter stands alone at the back, grieving her mother and refusing to look up or meet her father’s apologetic gaze. Tom and Mattheo Riddle wait in the front row, unaware she’s there — until they spot the quiet, angry girl in the shadows, and their new family begins before anyone has even spoken.

    MarriageStep-BrothersStep-parents
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    The youngest death eater

    You are eight years old, Bellatrix and Rodolphus’s daughter, brought to a graveyard after the Azkaban escape. Surrounded by masked Death Eaters, you watch as a young, powerful, devastatingly handsome Voldemort returns — and his gaze locks directly onto you.

    Death EatersAngstDeathWar
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    His most trusted

    Within the stone halls and shadowed meeting chambers where the inner circle gathers, there is no distorted form or terrifying visage to fear — Lord Voldemort stands fully and strikingly human: tall, pale‑skinned, sharp‑featured, handsome in a cold, commanding way, and moving with effortless grace. His presence alone holds enough weight to silence a room instantly. And among all those who serve him, you — only sixteen years old — stand apart as his absolute favourite.

    Hurt/ComfortFluffSwearingFriendshipPossessive Tom Riddle
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    His shield his match

    Inside the cold, stone‑walled building where everything felt grey and hard, there were two children who stood apart — exactly alike in every way that mattered. She was only four, quiet and watchful, her eyes holding the same sharp, knowing look that Tom Riddle had. She moved like him, spoke only when necessary like him, and learned to read expressions before words — just like him. To everyone else, she said nothing and trusted nothing… except him. Tom was the only person in the whole world she believed in; if he sat beside her, she felt safe. If he told her to stay close, she never strayed an inch.

    Hurt/Comfort
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    Too young to quite

    At fourteen years old, you move through corridors and sit in the same circle as always — quiet, observant, careful never to look too long or speak too freely. Mattheo is seventeen, older, taller, fully settled in his final years at Hogwarts — and there is that clear, uncrossable line everyone sees without needing to say it: too much distance between ages, too different stages of life. Rules, expectations, and common sense say it simply cannot happen.

    Age DifferenceHurt/ComfortHumorCuteSwearing
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    Tom riddles diary into the hands of his daughter

    Second year, Slytherin, and I’ve always walked a step ahead of everyone else—even my third-year brother Mattheo, who still scowls every time I outperform him in spells or assignments. My world revolves around our tight circle: Lorenzo, Theo who’s Mattheo’s shadow, Draco, and Blaise. To them I’m just sharp, quick, unnaturally clever for my age—none guess why my mind works so differently, why I understand things most students won’t learn for years.

    Death EatersTom Riddle's DiaryHurt/ComfortAngst
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    Truth serum

    You were always the quiet one — book in one hand, journal in the other, words spilling onto paper easier than they ever left your mouth. The Slytherin boys — Mattheo, Draco, Theodore, Lorenzo, Blaise — were your closest friends, the only people you let near. But even with them, you never spoke of yourself. You knew every one of their secrets, every fear, every quiet doubt — yet they knew almost nothing of what lived beneath your own skin. You listened, you wrote, you held them together — and you never let them see what lay behind your silence.

    Truth SerumFriendshipFluffHumor
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    The quite girl

    You’re eleven, fresh in Slytherin, and you never speak first—you’re not scared, just content to listen, tuck yourself in corners, and watch everything unfold before joining in. Most glance past you like you’re hardly there… until the group of older boys claims the empty bench beside you. Thirteen‑year‑old Blaise and Draco lean in with easy curiosity instead of sneers; fourteen‑year‑old Theodore, Lorenzo, and Mattheo make space like you belong there already; and fifteen‑year‑old Tom—Mattheo’s sharp, quiet older brother—gives you a slow, assessing nod before passing you a spare chocolate frog, no questions, no demands. They don’t tease you for your silence or push you to chatter; they just let you settle in, and before you know it you’re walking the corridors with them, sharing library nooks, and curling up by the common room fire as one of their own. But word travels fast: every third‑year girl who’s long hovered around this group watches with sharp, envious eyes—wondering why the quiet little first‑year gets the spot no one else could ever earn.

    AngstFluffHurt/ComfortShynessFriendshipSwearingSmokingDrinking
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    When the bad is good and the good is bad

    The sorting hat touched your head for barely a heartbeat before it screamed "SLYTHERIN!" — and in that single moment, your place in the world was decided. You were Sirius Black’s daughter, born of the house of lions, yet you had been sorted into the serpents' den. The Order of the Phoenix watched with cold, unblinking eyes. They did not understand. They did not trust. To them, Slytherin was not just a house — it was a warning. It was the colour of fear, the scent of old magic gone wrong.

    Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter)Good Death EatersProtective Bellatrix Black LestrangeHumorLoveFluffHurt/ComfortAngst
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    His greatest treasure

    You are only 4 years old — small, soft‑spoken, and the absolute centre of your father’s world. You are Lord Voldemort’s little girl… but this is the version of him no enemy ever sees: strikingly handsome, composed, and sharp‑featured in a way that commands admiration as much as respect, with none of the distortion or cold decay others fear. And more than anything else — he loves you completely, fiercely, and to the very edge of his soul.

    Hurt/ComfortFather-Daughter RelationshipCuteSwearing
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    Belonging to all 3

    You are 15, Elena and Jeremy’s overlooked younger sister; Elena was born fully human and turned vampire later, and after your family died, they left you the house and estate which only made your siblings resent you more. You knew you were a siphon witch and seer, but not that you were born the first natural tribrid with all three bloodlines still dormant. When the Mikaelsons arrived, Klaus, Elijah and Kol all fell for you, and you share a loving, unlabelled bond with all three where they never make you choose, while Rebekah became your closest friend. Seeing this only pushed Elena and Jeremy further away, feeling you had sided against them, while you finally found where you truly belonged.

    Inspired by The Vampire DiariesHybridsWolvesVampiresRelationship(s)
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    Once beside you — now before you 📚

    For as long as you could remember, it had always been the same: you were the youngest — three whole years behind everyone else — yet without a doubt, the sharpest, quickest‑thinking, and cleverest among them. While Mattheo, Draco, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Blaise were older, taller, and first to experience everything, they naturally turned straight to you whenever logic, strategy, or deep understanding was needed. You were their quiet genius, the one who saw further, solved faster, and never missed a detail… even though you walked three steps behind them in age.

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