GEORGE WEASLEY AS UR BF

♡☆GEORGE WEASLEY AS UR BF☆♡

he has his eyes on you only

he’s like really, really (!) into you  

and it shows

he loves to complement you whenever he can

when no one’s watching…

but also in front of the whole castle basically 

and he’s so loud while doing it believe me 

making sure everyone knows how he feels about you

blows you a cheeky kiss every time before his quidditch match

+ 10 points when he’s flexing his muscles while at it

also winks here and there

and this sly smile of his !

other than that he puts his arm around your shoulders often

gives the best long hugs 

sweet guy 

teacher says you have good influence on him and stuff like that

but let that not fool you!

sometimes, while going somewhere he appears out of the thin air to kiss you hard in some old cupboard 

his body pressing hard on yours

breathing loudly and quickly

biting your lower lip

his eyes deep yet playful 

he’s really passionate y’know?

one touch from you, or one not-so-innocent thought about you can make him hard 

definitely an ass man

loves to explore your body with his big hands

ass especially :) 

okay… other than that you share a lot of inside jokes

he’s your partner in crime 

and will always cover up for you if needed 

you feel good about yourself when you are with him 

because he would never doubt you

or stop supporting you

or he would never be perplexed when you are tired, messy and hadn’t wash your hair for 3 days straight 

he’s not like that if you know what I mean

he makes your days better

and can brighter your mood like nobody else  

likes to take you on broom rides 

or long walks 

he finds joy in the simplest of task as long as you two are together

you even lured him to the library for a couple of occasions 

he introduce you to all his new Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes inventions 

and you are impressed because he's really passionate about this

but he never let you test his inventions first

naturally, speaking of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes… 

you spend a lot of time with Fred too 

and he's great

and likes to embarrass his brother a little when you are around

but it's all good fun

quickly you are becoming part of the Weasley family

you feel welcomed and cherished 

Molly is especially crazy about you I can tell

“We heard a lot about you, dear”

yep, George can not stop talking about you like ever

and it's so ah.. so George !!!

best boy <3333

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

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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i shed at least thirty tears, or maybe even sobbed reaidng ur tom riddle works. when ur not busy, any more to spare?

♡TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE IN LOVE♡

it seemed almost impossible to happen, because he didn't believe in love, not truly

he could be fascinated with someone, desiring to possess them, to use them for his own ends... but love?

in his cold, collected world, ruled by ambition and utter control, it was a foreign concept

so when Tom began to feel something more for one of his playthings, it got ugly

love, the very concept he denied, started to claw at the high walls he built throughout the empty years of his childhood

he saw it as a weakness, a vulnerability

something that must stay hidden like a dirty secret

the mere thought of him being like this made him angry, for it meant losing control

in an attempt to regain that control, he tries to sever the ties, harshly

"You disgust me", he said coldly, his voice cutting through the air like a sharpened blade

his angelic face emotionless, eyes distant

it felt like a slap on your cheek though he didn't even touched you

your heart felt heavy, you didn't understand...

and when Tom saw the pain in your eyes, the realisation of control he has over you made him feel both glorious and... miserable

he could hurt you so easily, you were in palm of his hand... but by hurting you he hurt himself

double-edge knife

the overwhelming guilt was an emotion he never felt before because he didn't care for anyone, never

but with you, oh it was different

he longed to comfort you, to touch you, but he knew he couldn't

so he chooses to let you suffer

and his little dark heart suffered too

haunted by the image of your glassy eyes, he became sleepless

almost obsessed, he replayed the scene of his harsh words over and over, his fists clenching painfully each time

avoiding you shattered him, his days changed entirely when you weren't around

he was not as productive or sharp as usual

his mind was often wandering away... to you

to all those moments you shared

the conflict within him raged, tearing him apart piece by piece

his once impenetrable facade, his stoic mask, began to crack whenever you were near him

so lonely and broken, with eyes tired

all of that because of him

"you're delicate", he thought, "too delicate"

he wanted to reach out for you, yet also didn't

months passed until he realised he couldn't take it anymore

he couldn't think, focus, sleep, eat and he knew it was like it for you too

something selfish in him whispered that he needed to return to you, even though he knew he was no good

Tom realised he wanted to protect you

from the world, yet not from him

but he loved you, truly, even if it was a wicked love

he knew you loved him too, long before he dared to acknowledge his own feelings

so in the dark night, in the desolate corridors, he found you

and finally saw you

kneeling before you, a posture that seemed alien on his proud form, he clung to your legs, as if begging for forgiveness

desperation marked his every move, and his eyes once cold and indifferent, now reflected something else

adoration

love

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

♡HALSIN IN LOVE♡

calling you "love"

with his eyes warm and soft

and smile tender

he makes you feel truly special

his words and gestures demonstrate his affection

despite his big and hardened hands, they are delicate on your skin

often sending shivers of pleasure down your spine

it is needless to say, but he adores touching you, admiring your body, with no shame

making love to you with no shame, just pure love

he seems to worship every inch of you

could kiss you forever, holding you in his arms

he gazes at you with lust, but also endless admiration

which sometimes makes you shy due to his unapologetic stare

you may be shy, but not him, never

he desires to take care of you, to protect you

his happiest moments are those spent in the nature with you

you share stories while lying on the grass together, gazing at the skies, your sides touching

his wisdom, derived from his age, radiates from him

when he talks about his love for you it makes your heart skip a beat, his words are beautiful and sincere

touching, and unique

honest

his open-mindedness, empathy, kindness and vast knowledge impress you greatly

you could listen to him endlessly, talk with him endlessly

be with him endlessly

he makes you feel understood, and important

he's also big on mutual respect

he is not the type to betray your trust or make you feel bad about yourself

will gladly take all that you can give him

certified daddy

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 you can find more of my works about halsin ♡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♡

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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