YULE BALL WITH TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙YULE BALL WITH TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙

Wearing black, perfectly tailored robes

His face is even more handsome now that his jet-black hair are all slicked back

Showing off his perfect bone-structure 

High cheeks and strong jawline 

He’s to die for

Full of grace, and silent confidence 

His presence is truly magnetic 

The room seems to gravitate towards him 

Although he’s not seeking attention really

When he sees you at the top of the stairs his pupils widens slightly

But other than that he is collected as always

He stretches out his hand towards you in a gentle manner 

Hands cold

So is his soul

Fingers long and slim, with few silver rings on them

Saying sweet nothings into your ear

Enigmatic smile on his face

Your heart skips a beat at that

And you lose your mind when you two are slow dancing 

He’s a perfect dance partner (to no surprise)

Every one of his steps seems effortless 

His hands steady on the small of your back, and he doesn’t get any lower 

You melt in his close embrace

You melt when his cheek touched yours

You melt when he’s looking deep into your eyes

And even beyond them, straight into your soul 

You shiver 

His gaze is so powerful yet you can sense a hint of sadness behind it 

Emptiness hidden deep within 

Which is strange because all he do in life is succeed..

Anyway!!! 

He’s always near you, even if you are not dancing together or talking to each other

Stealing glances 

Getting you your favourite drink (you have no idea how he knows but he just do)

His manners are impeccable and he’s not leaving your side really as you are his date tonight 

But he’s somewhat cold and distanced at all times

Not really here

Only when he kiss you breathless in a hidden corner of a castle you forget all that was before

Away from prying eyes

Only you and him

And then you finally feel truly seen by Tom

Suddenly full of desire, his cold demeanour is fading for a sweet, little moment  

His eyes longing

Gripping your ass hard, pulling your body so close to his it’s almost painful 

His silver rings imprinting on your soft body

And suddenly the moment is all gone, ending as quickly as it has begun

As if nothing had happened Tom fixes his hair and robes

Wipes a single tear from your slightly blushed cheek with his thumb

Leaving you all alone and undone in this hidden corner in the dark

Coming back to his reserved self 

With face sculpted in a marble, lacking of any true emotion yet again 

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 you can find more of my works about tom ♡here♡

♡WHEN GEORGE WEASLEY HAS A CRUSH ON YOU♡

known for being well-spoken but struggles a little when he’s talking with you at first

lacks of words here and there

which is so sweet really

and not like George at all it would seem 

but he just really want to impress you

so badly ! ! !

it’s making him quite miserable

so for now he's master of stealing glances

and even greater master of quick look-aways (!) 

his heart beating fast when you two make eye contact 

he never felt like this before and is confused

his friends are teasing him a lot because of this

and it only worsen when you two start talking more (“look, it’s your GirlFriEndD!”)

because it turn out that actually you have a lot in common 

and George is great convrsatiojnalist and observer

witty

with a heart of gold 

you two banter all the time (and you love it)

he’s looking for you in the crowd during Gryffindor quidditch matches 

when he spots you his eyes soften a little

he waves at you, cooky smile glued to his face

making you feel hot on the cheeks

goes extra mile to show off during the game when he know you’re watching 

he lives for your constant attention basically 

he loves to see you laugh too

and he loves to help you whenever he can

specially when a touch is included 

his hands are big and warm

surprisingly delicate

when they brush non-existing puff off your cheek

sometimes he can be sarcastic or a little mean but it doesn’t come from a bad place if you know what I mean 

has this soft smile created just for you 

smile with hint of something more…

he’s crushing so hard

daydreaming a lot because of you

come alive only when your name is mentioned

but scared his confession would ruin what you had

Fred is starting to feel really sorry for his brother eventually and force George to tell you how he really feels 

so he finally does

shy yet bold as he tells you his genuine feelings with all details like how he can’t stop thinking about you, and that he loves spending time with you and that he thinks you’re really lovely and he can't sleep at night and stuff like that while blushing furiously the entire time

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 you can find more of my works about george ♡here♡

♡ WHEN DRACO MALFOY HAS A CRUSH ON YOU♡

- he’s complex

- hiding beneath his cold demeanour

- devoting countless hours to the Astronomy Tower

- gazing at the stars in the dark night sky

- his moves full of lazy grace

- his long limbs look somewhat regal, not lanky and awkward as they are with most his age

- his silver eyes look cold and distant

- he may surprise you with random acts of kindness or genuine concern

- waiting for you after the class is over

- carrying your heavy books

- asking you a variety of questions because he's genuinely interested in getting to know you better

- (you won’t hear much from him in return tho)

- offering you small compliments from time to time*nonchalantly*

- admiring your style *always*

- *making countless attempts to impress you*

- also(!)

- he can be mean to people who don't get along with you

- he may watch you closely when he thinks no one’ll notice

- but when you do, he's desperately trying to appear composed.

- would never reveal his true motives of course

- he’s too proud for that

- and too scared to open up fully

- often hiding his feelings with aggressive sarcasm

- acting like he doesn’t really care (but he do!)

- when your name comes up in a conversation, his porcelain cheeks turn pinkish

- and his cold demeanour fades

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 you can find more of my works about draco ♡here♡

♡ WHEN GARRETH HAS A CRUSH ON YOU♡

- peak golden retriever energy right here

- has enormous, gigantic and totally fat crush on you

- it’s just who he is, gives 100% or nothing at all

- so, you'll be properly courted by him

- and believe me, the entire castle will know about this

- it’s so obvious it's almost painful

- because he’s not hiding his feelings at all

- he genuinely likes you!

- although he can be little shy around you sometimes…

- smiles at you frequently

- eloquent

- flirty boy

- and funny at that

- makes you laugh a lot

- sometimes intentionally and sometimes not

- gives the most remarkable complements ever

- the ones you won't forget, as they are either very touching or downright weird

- admires your cleverness

- writes about you in his diary

- drawing hearts here and there while doing so #cheesy

- because I feel that at heart he’s a hopeless romantic

- always has time for you (despite his full schedule!)

- if he could he wouldn’t leave your side

- like ever

- he’s clingy

- he would want you to do everything with him

- always mentioning you in his plans

- including you in all of his experiments

- saving you seat in a class always

- makes complicated potions just for you

- even if you don’t ask him to

- he’s up to everything if it’s for you and with you He'll go on every adventure with you

- he'll go on every adventure with you

- first kiss comes somehow naturally along the way

- at first he may be a little bit clumsy, but later on he’s just more and more confident (and excited!!)

- after that you are basically like a couple

- because when he sees you give him the green light, he's all over you

- he wants to hold your hand all the time

- sometimes he’s looking at you with those dreamy eyes, gleeful smile on his face

- and it’s just so sweet!!!!

- he’s always making your day better

- it’s his superpower

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 you can find more of my works about hogwarts legacy ♡here♡

♡ WHEN OMINIS HAS A CRUSH ON YOU♡

- slow burn

- and you cannot convince me otherwise (!)

- due to his careful and thoughtful nature

- at first, he may appear distant, but you've already surpassed that stage as the two of you are friends already

- when he realised he liked you more than a friend, he would analyse it a lot, It’s just who he is

- #trust issues

- so at first you wouldn’t see any change in his behaviour

- for months even

- except that he would get a little uneasy while talking with you sometimes

- and also, when you and Sebastian would be up to something bad again, he would 100% blame Sebastian for all of it and not you

- he would save you a seat in classroom, share his notes, play cards in undercroft together, making fun of Seb

- but slowly something is changing

- his action would have more depth into them?

- while talking with you, he would be more lively and smiley

- he would listen to what you have to say very intently (well, surely even more than before)

- little grins here and there

- sometimes with bonus: raised brows

- when you are near him, he feels it in his chest somehow

- you two would slowly spend more time together, just the two of you, as he opens up more and gets more comfortable

- once you randomly told him he has beautiful profile (because he really does!!)

- then his cheeks would get pretty rosy (and if Sebastian would see it he would laugh so hard)

- Ominis would try to brush it off with some sarcastic comment

- shy boy trying be cool about everything..

- before asking you for a first date he would be in total panic mode and overthink it for like five weeks straight

- but after Sebastian has threaten him that he would tell you about Ominis gigantic crush on you he finally surrenders and ask you out, thank you very much

- and obviously you say yes....

- he’s a gentleman, so I see flowers given to you with a troubled smile because it’s hard switching between friends and suddenly going on a date, you know

- he would take you somewhere fancy for a tea or sth

- and he would take your coat and pull the chair out for you

- so charming ! ! !

- and then finally he gets confident and open up more

- about his feelings and his past

- also about how he feels about you of course

- which opens your eyes a little because he can be so secretive, hiding everything behind his cool look, furrowed brows, and kind gestures

- you realise he was holding back so much

- your heart melts a little by that thought ♡

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 you can find more of my works about ominis ♡here♡

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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you can find more of my works about tom ♡here♡