A/N: I'm so sorry for the disappearance. A few things contributed to it though. I had an episode out of my series of depression. I wasn't motivated at all to even write anything and I'm sorry for that. I was also in a journey of self discovery and currently I am questioning my gender identity and sexuality lol.
I'm stuck between nonbinary and FtM. If talking about me or to me, please use the pronouns He/Him/They/Them. Your Highness works just as well.
I've read the reviews on my story and you guys are amazing. I'd like to thank the people who faved and follow this story! I wasn't sure if anyone would like it, never mind read it!
Anyway here's the new update for Poison! Hope you like it.
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05:48 am
Tomlin sat up abruptly in his bed when he heard his phone ping from a notification. He took it and unlocked it.
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Instagram:@ _.Master.Of.Death._ followed you
iMessage: One new message from "Niktato"
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After a while of squinting at his screen, Tomlin was pleasantly surprised when he saw that he had managed to gain another follower on his Instagram.
He should just go and check them out later.
He went straight for his iMessages. Nik always liked to talk to him at ungodly hours of the morning. In all honesty, the younger boy treated him like a sibling or a close cousin and Tomlin actually found it adorable to an extent—The other side of him found it irritating because Nik was kind of like his annoying kid brother.
Bellatrix had given him a look when he had told her this a while back.
"Now you see why I hate my sisters so much? The only one I can tolerate in my family are Cissy, Draco and Reggie,"she had told him.
A phone call came in from Nik.
Tomlin sighed before answering.
"You won't believe what happened yesterday, Tommy. Oh my fucking God!"Nik's hyper voice flowed through from the other end.
"Dude, SHHHH! I'm not at my house—!"Tomlin whispered as he tried to silence the boy.
"Oooh, Tommy, you naughty boy! Who's the special person?"Nik interrupted.
"I don't have a special person, dumbass. I'm at my parents' place right now. I stayed over. So please, do lower your voice!"
"Meh, meh, meh, meh! Okay, okay. Anyway—I JUST thought of another thing that I need to tell you!"
"What is it?"
"The baby moved! Oh my gosh you have no idea how happy I am about that! Everyone was cheering and everything!"
Jealousy flared up within Tomlin's chest. "Oh...That's—That's wonderful. I'm soooo happy for you,"Tomlin congratulated Nik reluctantly through gritted teeth.
"...You don't sound very happy...What's up, booboola?"Nik asked, his voice saturated with concern.
"No, it's just that you woke me up at a bad time, y'know? I like to sleep in late on weekends."
"At least y-ou got SOME slee-eep. Whew, I'm tired. My soccer star wouldn't stop playing with my fucken bladder, Jesus Christ. My feet are sore as hell and could really go for broccoli and—and," Nik yawned loudly. "Peanut butter right now..."Nik mumbled.
"Nik, you're getting off topic again. What's the other thing you wanted to tell me?"Tomlin insisted, trying to pry the information out of the sleepy younger boy.
"...Wait. I'm still thinking...Uhhhh..."
"Nikolai Lestrange!"Tomlin hissed.
"Don't you start shouting at me, you little shit. You're so mean. Maybe you shouldn't hear what I have to say..."
"Sorry then. You happy now?"
"Nope. But I'll tell you anyways. Ready?"
"Yes!"
"Draconian broke up with his 'mystery man' yesterday. I still don't believe that he was real, but the guy walked in looking like a panda. Narcissa wasn't pleased to put it lightly."
"You woke me up for this?"
"Yup."
"Bitch goodbye."
"TOMLIN RIDDLE—!"
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BANG! BANG! BANG!
Hadrian groaned as the loud noises continued to get louder.
He took his cellphone from his bed and used it to check his surveillance system. His house was empty...Maybe it was coming from somewhere outside...
As soon as the image of his elevator popped up, two people were visible. One was a poker-faced blond and the other a very—VERY angry looking dark brunet man was staring straight at the camera.
His normally hazel eyes were darkened to a weird jade/brown colour in his fury.
"Hadrian Jamison Peverell, open this godforsaken elevator. I know that you're awake and that you are watching me now,"he demanded in a clipped tone.
Emerald eyes widened. He was in the deepest shit now. His father had never EVER called him by his full name.
"Vega, please open the elevator door,"Hadrian ordered his smart house system.
"Yes, Master Hadrian,"a pleasant female voice echoed in the house.
"BOY, WHERE ARE YOU?!"Jamison Peverell bellowed.
"My fUCKING BEDROOM!"Hadrian yelled angrily. "TRYING TO SLEEP!"
He heard the click-clack of the men's shoes approaching after five minutes of silence.
Suddenly, his door slowly creaked open in a way that the emerald eyed man found a little bit disturbing.
Both blond and brunet had sour facial expressions.
"Would you please inform us why the hell did you go and dump my son like that?"Lucius hissed. "I personally don't mind if you did, it's just that the boy is more like Narcissa—a rabid bitch when things don't go her way! Draco had managed to snap my cane in half yesterday because of you!"
"Are you sure that you don't want your son and wife to be looked at for mental instability at St Mungo's?" Hadrian asked, focusing on stalking the Riddle boy again.
"Narcissa has had a history of insanity in her family...Wait—That's NOT THE POINT! What I wanted to tell you was you should have done was break it to him quietly, you little shit!"
"Oi! Don't go calling my son a little shit!"Jamison growled at Lucius. "If any of our children are little shits, it's your Player Twins, Damien and Draco!"
Hadrian sat back in his bed with a smirk. He knew that if he mentioned either Draco or Narcissa's mental states, their anger would be directed at each other and not him. He's done it many times before and every time it gets more and more funnier.
"So what if Draco and Damien had been going through partners like butter? They're still young, don't act like you didn't do that!"
"Shut UP! The last person Damien was with was such a nice little thing. He was so polite when I met him. And to think of the way Damien had broken up with him..."Jamison clucked.
Hadrian's interest was piqued. He had never attended a dinner party with the Malfoys after he turned seventeen because he knew that he could get out of going.
"What did Damien do?"he asked.
"He broke up with the boy over an Instagammer post. I think I said that right?"Jamison replied.
Lucius rolled his eyes. "No, James! It's not Instagammer! It's Instantgramma!"he hissed.
"Nope, both of you are wrong. For people who have accounts on the app, they don't even know what it's called. It's Instagram!"Hadrian corrected. "Anyway, do you know the boy's name?"he asked.
Both men looked at Hadrian suspiciously.
"...Why do you want to know so much? Are you out hunting for prey again?"Lucius asked.
"No, I'm just curious..."
Hadrian received disbelieving looks from the two men.
"What?"he asked coolly.
"Nothing,"Jamison muttered. Then he spoke a bit louder. "If you must know, it's Riddle. Tomlin Riddle."