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Soul Of My Soul by leimmortel for tomriddlesupremacy
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
22 Feb 2021
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Past story line: coming back at Wool’s Orphanage at the end of his first year at Hogwarts, Tom meets a 6 years old Harry Potter and an accident leads their magic to tame one to the another; they become close friends but through the years their relationship evolves into something else.
Present story line: Tom comes back from his travels as the new DADA teacher in Harry’s sixth year and he has a new obsession – the Deadly Hallows.
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A (coming of age) story about love, fear and self-discovery.
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There’s a hand, fingers cold, on his elbow – someone trying to get his attention. Usually, usually, his staff would know that just calling his name is enough, that he’s fine-tuned to the sound of it like a dog waiting for a command. But as he looks down and then to the person the chilled digits belong to, he finds Whitaker staring up at him owlishly. A shudder goes through him, senses zeroing in on the point of contact.
“Can I help you?” It comes out bitchier than he intended, caught off-guard as he is. But he doesn’t take it back, not even when the kid bites at his lower lip as if he wants to apologize.
“I just wanted to ask if you liked the chicken parm.”
aka Robby doesn't know he's being wooed by home-cooked meals and big, honest eyes.
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05 Nov 2025
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“I hate that I’m number one with everyone, but never with you.”
He’s talking before thinking, now, and that never happens. He always thinks several times before opening his mouth, always measured, always collected. What is happening in the backseat of this car? He feels like he’s a man possessed.
Carlos squints his eyes, and the words flow out of his mouth easily. Why do they always come out of his mouth so easily?
“You’re number one to me, always,” Carlos says.
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Jannik is sad after losing Roland Garros. Carlos helps.
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13 Sep 2025
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baby, let’s forget the morning (where you’re winning) by bloodmoonforme
Fandoms: Tennis RPF
28 Aug 2025
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Carlos still has his polo on, black and white stripes and Nike logos everywhere. His eyes are trained somewhere ahead of him, and Jannik takes a second to just look at the way he hunches over himself and lunges to the right, then to the left, and then repeats the whole drill all over again. The way his thighs flex and extend in a fraction of a second, obeying him with a speed Jannik himself has never been able to achieve. He can't just not look.
Jannik covers distance because his stride is naturally long. But Carlos is all raw power and energy, the storm to his calm. Right now, to Jannik's eyes, he looks like a rabid dog rattling against his cage, begging to be let out. And Jannik is the prey he’s after.
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13 Sep 2025
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Carlos flinches, the remnants of a faint smile faltering at the edges. “Jannik—”
“Enjoy your win, Carlos. You earned it.”
He dresses quickly, movements clipped, damp skin protesting against fabric. When he zips up the bag, his fingers tremble. He hopes Carlos doesn’t notice.
“You don’t have to pretend we’re friends,” he says. “We’re not. Remember?”
He walks past him without waiting for a reply, shoulders stiff, head bowed. Leaves Carlos standing in the silence, holding nothing but the echo of his name.Defeat he can live with. Ache he cannot. After Paris, Jannik tries to bury both. But silence frays into longing, and every path — the court, the crowd, the quiet of his hotel room — seems to lead him back to Carlos.
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13 Sep 2025
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Beneath the locker room light, Jannik sits on a bench, towel over his shoulders. He’s bent forward, scrolling on his phone, and the angle makes the freckles on his face stand out more than usual — scattered across cheekbones, hidden at the bridge of his nose, faint constellations.
Carlos can’t stop staring. He wonders if anyone else ever counts them, if anyone else knows how they darken under the sun.
The urge rises in him, strange and sudden, to map them with a fingertip.
He looks away before he does something reckless.Carlos doesn’t fall in love in one moment. He falls in all of them.
Series
- Part 1 of Inevitable
Bookmarked by leimmortel
13 Sep 2025