SEBASTIAN AS YOUR BF

♡☆ SEBASTIAN AS YOUR BF ☆♡

- did someone said adventure?

- because you two are going to have a lot of these

- exploring everything, everywhere

- including Hogwarts of course, looking for secret passageways etc.

- usually at night, sneaking, loving the thrill

- sometimes pranking poor prefects along the way

- everyone at Hogwarts heard about you, basically an ~iconic duo~

- spending a lot of time at the library, especially in the restricted section, sharing a passion for the Dark Arts

- you two discuss books a lot and it’s getting fiery because you two are so passionate sometimes I swear

- a lot of making out in the undercroft between lessons

- why? Because sometimes you are so cool at DADA while duelling and he just can’t help himself THAT’S WHY!

- he’s quite brilliant so talking with him is a delight and it’s never the same, he always manages to keeps you going

- but sometimes, he reveals more of his childish side, challenging you with statements like, 'I bet you wouldn't do this!' only to follow up with the most absurd thing, (a mischievous smirk on his face)

- loves to make you laugh

- stupid jokes and dad jokes here and there

- he likes asking you lots of different questions and wants to know what you think about different things

- his eyes are always on you, quietly observing your every move

- always maintaining eye contact with you(!) at ALL times, causing your cheeks to flush...

- he always gives you all of his attention, like you are the only person in the room, its so cool ngl

- very thoughtful

- handing you wildflowers and saying something like, 'I was walking by, and these flowers were so pretty, so I thought of you and...' ah, classic Seb

- gifting you an array of items, from little notes to colourful feathers or rare plants for your potions

- stealing little kisses from you whenever he can, regardless of how many people might be around

- maybe (just maybe!) because he’s a jealous boy?

- it’s his way of showing everyone that you two are together

- at the start of your relationship, he might display a bit of shyness, but over time, he becomes more and more bold

- lots of touching and hugging occur because he’s very emotional and sweet and touch is one of his main ways of showing love

- he tends to get grumpy when you two are not in constant physical contact

- so your bodies are always touching somehow

- he'll be saying "I love you" almost every 3 minutes

- when sleeping together, he holds you tight all night

- in the mornings, he demands kisses and hugs

- he let’s you do everything to him

- needs a lot of prising

- loves watching as you get ready for a new day; it's fascinating for him, you are fascinating to him

- morning showers together on a daily basis

- mentions you in his diary like everyday, and saying how cool you are

- bragging about you without an end to poor Ominis

- he’s your number one fan to be honest

- loyal and always having your back no matter what

- when someone disrespects you even in the smallest way, then OH BOY, I'm so sorry for that person

- like it or not but he would literally kill for you

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creature of the night

Summary: You're just a toy in Tom's world, yet love has found its way into your heart

Warnings: Explicit content (18+), manipulative Tom

Word Count: 2,500

Author's Note: The irony is, I detest guys like this in the real world, but there's a strange satisfaction in writing stories about Tom’s character. There’s a hate-love relationship between us, well… enjoy the ride

also! you can read this on ao3 if you prefer it that way ♡

(gif originally posted by voldemrt)

meet me tonight

The note said, with its neatly arranged letters. It held a promise that made your heart feel heavy and light at the same time as you were both excited and scared of what was to come. With Tom you could never be certain. Sometimes he made you feel like you belong, he made you feel seen. Other times he made you feel lonely, despite holding you in his arms. 

As if he wasn't there, not truly present, and it hurt, but you didn’t tell a word. 

You stared at the note blankly for a moment, finding it delicately placed on top of your pillow. The ritual was familiar – Tom's passion for leaving these little messages. They surfaced under the weight of your books, nestled in the pocket of your mantle, or discreetly positioned on your favourite desk in the library. His proficiency in crafting subtle messages left you perpetually anticipating the next one, creating a secret language between you two. Each note, a whispered promise, held significance beyond its written words.You carefully stored each note in a small wooden box, coming back to them when you feel particularly romantic or in the quiet moments, after yet another day where Tom treated you as if you didn't exist. The paradox of his presence and absence, the silent yearning  and the allure of his elusive messages painted a complex portrait of your twisted relationship.

The daylight stretches endlessly, but the promise of our night brings a spark to the hours

In the quiet secrecy of the night, you found solace in the secret meetings with Tom. His warm embrace, soft smiles, and gentle touches became familiar, creating an intimate haven that seemed to belong to just the two of you. In those stolen moments, you felt as if you had unraveled the layers of his complex persona, knowing him in a way that no one else did.

Yet, the illusion shattered in the harsh light of day. As the sun illuminated the hallways of Hogwarts, revealing its secrets and concealing its mysteries, Tom transformed. The tender moments you shared in the hidden corners of the castle were replaced by a cold indifference. It was as if the encounters of the night had never happened, as if he were a stranger passing you by in the endless corridors.

In the common room, amidst the chatter of fellow students, he glanced through you as though you wasn’t there. His eyes, once filled with warmth, now held an unpleasant distance, leaving you to question whether the tender exchanges between you had been nothing more than fragments of a dream.

It was a paradoxical, the dichotomy between the intimacy of the night and the detachment of the day. Tom's dual nature left you grappling with the unsettling reality that the person who whispered sweet promises under the moonlight seemed oblivious to your existence in the harsh light of day. The dissonance between these two versions of him became a puzzle, and you found yourself entangled in the endless shifts of his demeanour.

The secrecy of your relationship took a toll, and the contrast between the Tom who held you in the darkness and the one who ignored you in the light became a source of inner mayhem. The warmth of his touch lingered in your memory, but the chill of his indifference left you yearning for consistency. You couldn't help but wonder which version of Tom was the real one, and whether the night held the truth or the day.

The Hogwarts walls stood as silent sentinels, enveloped in an air of mystery, as if holding the secrets of centuries within their stone embrace. The night, full of shadows and cold whispers. The path, winding and labyrinthine, demanded caution, the necessity to watch your back a constant reminder of the precarious nature of your secret escapades.

Yet, every step, every twist and turn, seemed a worthwhile investment, for at the end of this nocturnal journey awaited Tom. He sat there, perched on the couch in the Room of Requirements, immersed in the ethereal glow of dim light. His brows were furrowed as he was bending over the book. It was late, but Tom, a creature of the night, was indifferent to the demands of sleep, his insatiable curiosity fuelling his restless mind.

In the play of shadows, his jawline emerged as if sculpted from marble, each contour a testament to the divine craftsmanship of otherworldly hands. Cheekbones, sharp and pronounced, echoed the elegance of classical statuary. His hair, a cascade of raven black, seemed to absorb the darkness of the night. Divine. Surely, he didn’t belong to this world.

As you approached, the air crackled with an otherworldly energy. The Room of Requirement seemed to come alive in his presence. In this nocturnal realm, Tom beckoned like a magnetic force, drawing you into a world where magic intertwined with mystery, and the boundaries between reality and enchantment blurred.

When he noticed you, time seemed to pause. His gaze made your insides clenched, a strange monster clawing at your stomach, reaping you apart. 

“You came,” he said, the corners of his lips curling into smile.

“Yes, yes… of course I came.”

“Good,” he murmured, standing up and reaching for you. His lips met the soft skin of your wrist, sending shivers down your spine. The warmth of his touch left you breathless. Lifting you effortlessly, he held you close, your legs entwining above his hips. Your heads were now on the same level, and he kissed you passionately, each touch leaving a lingering sensation. His lips trailed along your neck, his hair and tongue teasing your delicate skin. Tom guided you to a secluded corner, settling on the leather couch with you still in his arms. The shadows flickered and danced on the walls, a silent play of darkness and light in the dimly lit room. You nestled your face in the crook of his neck, embracing him tightly. It felt like where you were meant to be. It felt right. 

“I thought of you all this time, couldn’t wait for you to come, you know that, darling?” Tom inquired, his voice smooth, yet calculated. His eyes bore into yours once again, attempting to unravel the thoughts hidden behind your gaze. Not much could escape him; he could see right through you. You looked away, a bashful smile playing on your lips.

“I couldn't wait either,” you admitted, your voice carrying a mix of anticipation and excitement. He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re too sweet. What am I going to do with you?” he asked, his hands gently resting on your thighs, a subtle pressure against your skin.

“And what do you want to do with me?” Your mind was starting to get hazy. All you could think about was the anticipation building with his eager hands.

“Everything, I want everything,” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and seductive, carrying a hint of desire and... possession. The room seemed to shrink, and your head started to fill with dreams. He wanted you.

The warmth of the fire, the gentle caress of Tom's fingers on your skin, and the intoxicating scent of the room created a heady atmosphere. You were captivated, caught in the web of his allure. As Tom's hands continued their exploration, a tingling warmth spread through your body. The flickering flames cast playful shadows, dancing across the walls. The rhythmic crackling of the fire was the only melody in this secret meetings in the middle of the deepest of night.

His fingers, cool yet masterful, traced patterns on your skin, leaving a trail of anticipation in their wake. The touch, possessive and tender, spoke a language only the two of you understood. Time lost its meaning. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the symphony of sensations.

Tom's lips brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice like a seductive melody, weaving a spell around you. The possessiveness in his tone ignited a flame within, a dangerous thrill that both scared and excited you. As he held you close, you felt a magnetic pull, binding you to him in a dance of forbidden longing. As stolen moments unfolded, a haunting question lingered: Why couldn't he be wholly yours? The wish to unravel his secrets, to see him in the unfiltered light swept through your every emotion.

As his lips fervently sought yours, a surge of unrestrained need flowed between you, each kiss a profound declaration of a passion that defied reason. Tom, with an intensity that bordered on desperation, cradled your face in his hands. The kiss that ensued was all-consuming. His eyes were hungry, a desire for more.

In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist. You found yourself entangled in the harmony of interwoven tongues and intertwined breaths, a magnetic force pulling you deeper into the forbidden. The air around you crackled with the electricity of shared longing, and every kiss became a vow, a binding promise of the undiscovered intensity yet to unfold.

As the urgency of the moment heightened, so did your willingness to surrender to him.

Tom’s hands traveled to your shirt. His movements were deliberate as he was yielding each button to his touch as if surrendering to his command. You felt the fabric parts, revealing the vulnerability beneath. Tom’s expression remaining composed. As the last button succumbed to his fingers, a rush of cold air met your exposed skin. His hands traced a path along the newly revealed expanse, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The room seemed to pulse with a quiet intensity.

“You’re exquisite,” he whispered, his voice low and laden. Time seemed to stretch, and you found yourself suspended in a space where only two of you existed. 

When Tom started sucking on your nipple, a soft whimper came out of your lips. He smiled softly at your response and showed no intention of stopping. His actions continued with

unyielding determination, his tongue hot and wet on your willing breasts. His hands all over your exposed body, tracing patterns on your soft skin, making you lose your mind, making you forget yourself and forget all these bright days spent without him. With skilled fingers Tom unbuttoned your skirt, taking it off in one swift movement, leaving you almost naked, while he remained fully clothed, a stoic figure in his unchanging black attire, a stark contrast to the vulnerability he teased from you with every touch. You wanted to touch him too, make him feel as good as you felt yet your yearning to caress Tom was met with a playful denial, as he savoured the moments of teasing, drawing out the anticipation. 

His fingers exploring the thin material of your underwear, the gentle touches felt as light as a feather, igniting a trail of sensations. Relentlessly, he continued as his hands grew bolder and bolder. Silver rings on his fingers warm on your skin. Oh, how you wanted him inside you already. To feel him in the most intimate way possible. “Please, Tom,” you moaned, and started to grind on the bulge in his pants, desperate for more, fire running through your veins. At this point it was a pure torture, not to have Tom inside you.

With surprising ease, Tom flipped you onto your back, unbuttoned his unpleasantly tight pants and guided the head of his penis into your hot entrance. As you merged into one, a profound sense of belonging washed over you, a feeling you had yearned for so long. A solitary tear trailed down your cheek, carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. He penetrated you with raw force, driving you to the edge of ecstasy with every continuous stroke. It was raw, characterised by the relentless pursuit of desire, teeth digging into tender flesh, and unyielding grips that promised bruises by dawn. Despite the roughness, every moment was a symphony of pleasure you couldn't get enough of. When you both came, your back arched, the sound of a soft moan escaped your lips, but it dissolved into the heated intensity as Tom claimed your mouth once more

The room was saturated with the lingering echoes of passion as you lay on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his laboured breaths. His skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, an aftermath of the intense encounter. Tom's hand traced soothing patterns on your back with rhythmic strokes, creating a sense of comfort.

"I love you," you whispered, the words escaping your lips like a confession, an unfiltered truth that hung in the air. The vulnerability of the moment lay bare in the quiet aftermath.

A beat passed before Tom’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he listened to your heartfelt declaration. With a calculated nonchalance, he leaned down and pressed a cold, indifferent kiss to your lips. It was a kiss that tasted of detachment, a bitter irony wrapped in the guise of a tender moment. Breaking away, he looked into your eyes, the amusement evident in his gaze. "Silly little girl," he said with a dismissive chuckle. Tom's words, delivered with a cold detachment, lingered in the air, settling like a heavy curtain that draped the room in a somber reality. The silence that followed carried the weight of your shattered expectations, and in that moment, the intimacy you had shared seemed like a fleeting illusion. You felt stupid. The vulnerability you had exposed, the love you had confessed—all reduced to insignificance by the stark revelation of his indifference.

In the aftermath of Tom's callous dismissal, a bitter truth settled upon you like an indelible stain. The daylight hours were not meant for you. The warmth shared in the night, the whispered confessions, and stolen kisses were facets of a reality carefully curated by him—a reality where you were permitted only under the cloak of darkness.

In the wake of this revelation, the weight of your unrequited emotions became palpable, each heartbeat a reminder of the divide between the two worlds you inhabited with Tom. The nights were yours, a realm where he seemed to embrace you, but the days belonged to a version of him that eluded your understanding. Regrettably, you accepted the truth that, in Tom's realm, you were fated to be merely a passing shadow; you were his, but he wasn't yours, and he never would be. He belonged to no one else but himself. 

In the symphony of darkness, your presence is my favourite note. Until the night claims us again, know that you exist, a cherished memory in the sanctuary of my thoughts. Yours in the shadows,

T.M.R.

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NIGHTS WITH TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE ☽

nocturnal creature, he flourish in the dark 

surrounded by scrolls, leather bound books and old parchments that crumble with the slightest touch

yet his hands are careful and delicate as he is roaming his finger through the ancient symbols 

you could watch him like this for hours, deeply focused and painfully beautiful in the dim light of candles

his furrowed brows the only sign he is a creature capable of human emotions and not just an immaculate marble sculpture 

he’s not some poor scribe hunched over stack of papers, he is full of grace as he is sitting behind his desk reading and learning the most wicked things with his shoulders upright, his face sharp and regal even when he thinks no-one is watching 

epitome of effortless elegance and sophisticated mind, you don't meet someone like him often if ever

his eyes are holding dark secrets in them

which you desperately want to know but can’t, he shall take them to the grave with him 

also this hint of a ineffable glimpse of sadness hidden deep within as unmerciful fate always watches him closely, it kills you and it kills him too

sometimes you share a glass of wine, his head rest on yours, his free hand caress your neck and it feels right, it feels like your whole existence was made so you could be here with him right now

although you can’t see it Tom is lost in his thought, his guard lowering for a moment, his shoulders relax

“I like being close to you, you’re warm”

sometimes you are slow dancing in tight embrace, your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat and reminding yourself once again he's alive 

his head lean across yours and you feel his black strand of hair tickling your cheek 

sometimes he says “I’ll take care of you” and kisses your palm gently

and sometimes he says “I want to ruin you” as he tightens his hands around your throat, tears in your eyes  

sometimes he kisses your tights gently but spanks you hard

he whisper sweet little nothings in your eager little ears, he kisses you mindlessly and bites your lower lip, he makes you scream with pleasure and pain

The nightfall is silent as you two lay in bed, tangled in each-others bodies in complete darkness

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☾⋆⁺₊⋆quiet nights spent with Gale⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾

in Waterdeep (little bit of fluff, little bit of cozy)

The air is filled with the gentle glow of candles, casting warm light that dances across the walls. It creates an atmosphere of countless nights spent in the company of Gale. The open windows invite a gentle summer breeze, caressing your bodies as you both hunch over endless books, scrolls, and ancient parchments, studying and exchanging thoughts. The enchanted piano plays in the background. The night is starry and the moon is as beautiful as ever.

Sometimes you catch Gale massaging his temples while mumbling under his nose when he's reading his pupils' work. He shares some of his thoughts with you here and there, and you can't help but smile at his furrowed brows. It almost feels like you're teaching alongside him. When Gale looks particularly tired you massage his tense shoulders. (sometimes it ends up in the bedroom but that's a story for another time!)

Evenings on his balcony, now sitting in a favourite spot for both of you, involve conversations, wine and crips grapes. Heart to hear, you watch the horizon, enjoying each other's company. Sometimes words are unnecessary; you simply exist together, souls full of love and devotion. Blessed to be here, together.

As you prepare to sleep, Gale observes you with genuine interest and with those eyes that conveys pure admiration. He ask a lot of questions and is proven surprisingly knowledgable about skincare. Adores the smell of your damp, soft skin after a bath with some scented oils.

In bed, he reads "for pleasure", getting absorbed in the story. You can tell he truly loves reading and admiring the art of a good story. Sometimes Gale reads aloud, petting your hair or holding your hand gently until you fall asleep. And sometimes you're not sleeping at all, talking away the night, sharing your deepest thoughts. Eyes starry. You could tell him everything, and you feel like it's the same for him. Your connection goes far beyond being just lovers; you are soulmates.

you feel so loved when you are laying on his chest, hearing him hum peacefully, feeling his heart beating and magic coursing through his veins

you feel so loved when he kisses every one of your fingertips with such dedication

you feel so loved when he places his head on your tights; a gesture of profound affection and vulnerability

In the stillness of the night, Gale is even more loving, more romantic than he already is. Every night, he utters those three precious words,

" I love you"

as you fall asleep. His kisses your forehead gently, holding you in a tight embrace as if he never wanted to let you go. In the darkness, when it seems like there's only the two of you in this vast and strange world, Gale reveals the most exquisite, soul-ravaging declarations that leaves you breathless. It's a moment when time halts, and in the intensity of his words, you sense that Gale loves you with every fiber of his being.

*(and it's very vocal about it)*

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✩HL FRIENDS-GROUP DYNAMICS✩

a headcanon

✩Garreth✩

calls himself misunderstood genius

lots of "your aunt..." jokes threw at him

especially from Sebastian

when it comes to trying new potions of his making he wants Ominis and Sebastian to drink it first

" they're Slytherins after all, right? ;)"

has this gryffindor pride in him, especially when it comes to Onai doing something cool

✩Natsai✩

nice to everyone

is mom of the group

likes to hold hands and talk about friendship

in constant fight with Sebastian as to who is bolder, but neither of them will admit it

is the one that can tame Garreth (when needed)

✩Amit✩

always up for some nice library study-session

referring to your friends-group with some cringey name in his diary

pretty easy-going but when someone starts talking about history-related topic he's passionate and I mean PASSIONATE

will throw punches (!)

the one who wants everybody to be reasonable

gaining some self-confidence while spending more time in the group and it's so nice to see him flourish and be more relaxed :)

✩Sebastian✩

has opinion on everything

helpless crush on MC

acts a little bit sulky when MC is roaming through some ancient tombs with Onai and not him :((

likes to tease everyone except for Poppy

if you put bored Sebastian and Garreth in the same room expect unexpected

✩Ominis✩

funniest one-liners that cracks everyone up

always telling loud and clear he won't share his homework!!!!

*ends up giving it anyway*

is the closest with Sebastian and MC though he like everyone from the group really

often agreeing with Amit when it comes to this *being reasonable* part

can't be angry at Sebastian for more than 1 day

✩Poppy✩

everyone from the group is protective of her

learning Gobbledegook from Amit

spending a lot of her time in MC room of requirements (in one of the vivariums ofc)

invites everyone to her grandmother over the summer and it's the nicest time ever

looking adorable when angry

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♡ my favourite draco ♡ (headcanons)

*draco that I’ve created in my mind, thanks to endless hours spent on reading fanfictions, the books and binge-watching the movies*

oh, Draco…

he’s flawed, full of brilliance yet deeply insecure

desperately tries to hide his self-doubt behind ironic smirks

uses sarcasm (a lot) as a shield protecting himself of any vulnerability

his tongue is sharp, he effortlessly cuts through any argument, always knowing exactly what to say to hurt you in the worst way possible- even if you are someone important to him (or perhaps, especially so)

quick tempered, saying spiteful things in the heat of the moment, only to regret them later

his nights are restless as he torments himself with thoughts about his worth, grappling with past choices and questioning whether he's deserving or not

desperately craves for a connection in the darkest of his room

fuelled by ambition (classic slytherin), carrying himself with pride, a touch of poshness, and (an occasional) dramatic flair

he wants to appear to the world as someone cold, but he actually has the sweetest soul, hidden behind a distant demeanour he so deliberately created through the years

a loverboy at his core, he quietly yearns for something more than its written for him

he dreams of genuine relationship, something that could take his breath away, but he’ll never openly admit to that, so instead he will torture himself with the thought

he writes you a love letter and never sends it

he wants to give you roses, kiss your hand gently every-time he sees you

he wants to walk you home, give you his warmest sweater, watch how your eyes glitter in the pale moonlight

he can be funny if he's not too stuck-up in his head at the moment, he likes to tease a lot, and flirt shamelessly

if he hurt you with his reckless words, firstly he feels good about it and after the realisation hits him he's full of rage, he detest himself because of it, is punching a wall with his bare fists, his knuckles in blood, howling, he's losing his mind

he's apologising to you on his knees, begging you not to leave him and ugly crying

when it comes to his looks, he’s tall and blonde (obviously)

has the loveliest upside-down smile

beautiful bone structure, beautiful jawline beautiful everything

sad, blue eyes, a hint of thunderstorm and doubt hidden behind them

almost aggressive, violet bags under them as he can't sleep at night, remember?

his complexion pale, almost sick, that make it seem like he hasn’t seen the sun in centuries

long limbs, neatly done hair, short-cut nails, always shaved

dressed impeccably in dark attire that make him look so utterly delicious

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