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In Her Shadow, I Remain

⏳ Timeline: After Seb left in the end of 5th year. Read the scene under the cut. And for the vibes 🎶

Dusk settled over the castle like a heavy blanket.

She had withdrawn to the boathouse to think, to breathe, to grieve. All her pleading, all her desperate begging had been in vain.

Sebastian was gone.

He had left her behind to chase a darker path, one she could not, would not follow.

An oppressive silence hung over the lake, the waters deep and black as her thoughts.

Then footsteps echoed softly across the old stones. Heavy leather boots, slow and steady. She looked up.

"Zach," she said, her voice barely a whisper, as her faithful companion knelt down beside her.

His face was lined with worry, his eyes reflecting a sorrow he did not voice.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing out here, all alone? It’s cold, and nightfall is near," he said gently.

She exhaled a broken sigh.

"He’s left me… he’s gone, Zach," she sobbed, her voice cracking under the weight of her sorrow.

The steel blue of his eyes held her gaze, piercing yet soft, like cool water soothing a burning wound.

Tenderly, he took her hand in his.

"I feared as much," Zach admitted quietly.

Without hesitation, he sat down beside her, draping his arm around her small frame.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, with a trembling voice that shattered the stillness, Cass whispered, "Everything I love leaves me… Am I doomed to lose everyone who matters to me?"

Zach pulled her a little closer, his touch warm against the creeping cold.

"Time flows ever forward," he began carefully, his voice low, "People change. But I… I will always stand by your side, Cass."

"Because you have to," she murmured bitterly, lowering her gaze, "because of my grandmother…"

Zach cut her off, firm and certain. "No," he interrupted her, "she has nothing to do with it. The only thing that matters to me is you."

Cass looked up at him then, truly looked. And in his unwavering gaze, she found no trace of duty or burden. Only truth. Only him.

After everything they had endured together, the dirty deals, the corridors strewn with bodies, the fall of Harlow, the heavy secrets Zach had carried for so long, he was still here. Here, now, with her.

"And I will stay by your side," he whispered, his voice steady and sure, "if you’ll let me."

Cass leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. The pain in her chest remained, sharp, aching, and she knew it would not fade easily. But Zach’s presence, his silent loyalty, wrapped around her like a balm she hadn't known she needed.

She inhaled slowly, breathing in the crisp evening air. With it, the faint, familiar sweetness of valerian root, clinging to Zach like a second skin. He had always been her calm amidst the storm. He always would be.

But what she did not see, what she could not know, was the war raging inside him. Not rage toward Sallow. That boy could rot for all Zach cared. No, it was guilt that gnawed at him like acid.

Because in truth, it had been Zacharias who had given Sebastian the final push. It had been his doing, at least in part, that had driven the boy to vanish into the shadows.

But that secret would remain his alone.

Some victories, Zach thought as he held her tighter, were best savored in silence.

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Cross Me, Bury Yourself (Part Two)

⏳ Timeline: After Seb's return. Between 5th year and my Dark! Seb Series.

Read under the cut. And for the vibes 🎶

Part One | Part Two

The force of the spell hurled Sebastian backwards; he slammed against a standing stone with a heavy thud.

Before Seb could recover, Zach was already on him, seizing him roughly by the collar, yanking him forward until their faces were inches apart.

His voice was a lethal whisper.

"I’m no man of faith. But I firmly believe the Norns intertwined our threads as delicately as veins running through flesh. So tell me, Sallow - when you kissed her... did you taste my lingering shadow on her pretty lips?"

Sebastian, still slightly dazed from the impact, let out a low, mocking chuckle, even as Zach kept him pinned by the collar.

"You think you're some kind of ghost on her skin?" he spat, voice dripping with venom. "Newsflash, Boniface — she never once moaned your name when she came undone beneath mine."

For a split second, Zach froze.

Then something flickered in his eyes, something dark. Something murderous.

He leaned in just enough that Sebastian could see the steel-blue of his eyes flashing cold and furious behind the tinted lenses.

His whisper was pure death.

"Another word like that, Sallow and I'll carve out your tongue so precisely you'll live just long enough to regret every letter you've ever spoken."

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Cross Me, Bury Yourself (Part One)

⏳ Timeline: After Seb's return. Between 5th year and my Dark! Seb Series.

Read under the cut. And for the vibes 🎶

Part One | Part Two

"Does she know?" Seb asked, his voice cutting through the heavy air.

"What exactly should she know?" Zach hissed back, anger flashing in his eyes.

Sebastian glared, dangerous. "The whole story of why I left her?"

Zach let out a bitter, hollow laugh.

"You left because you wanted to leave. Nothing more, nothing less."

"That's not the whole truth, and we both know it," Sebastian growled in response.

"You're no good man," Zach snapped. "And if you still don't grasp that, then our conversation in the hospital wing bore no fruit, Sallow."

Sebastian scoffed under his breath.

Zach turned away from him sharply, his body taut with fury, forcing himself to breathe.

"Go on, prove me wrong," he muttered, voice low and dangerous. "But your actions speak for themselves. You only came back to use her magic once more. You're a fool if you think I'd let that slip."

Sebastian smirked, his voice a blade. "You're not her dark knight, Zach."

"Neither are you, Sallow," Zach threw back over his shoulder without looking at him.

"Unlike you, I never claimed to be. She's tough. She doesn't need one," Sebastian said, almost laughing.

Zach exhaled a bitter chuckle. "And that's where you're even blinder than Gaunt. You wouldn't survive a single day in her shoes. She needs a man who will stand by her, come what may - who knows how to tame his own needs and ego. Qualities you don't even know how to boast about."

Seb shook his head, a cold smirk curling on his lips. "And you really believe you are the embodiment of those qualities?"

Zach's voice dropped to something grim and final. "I'm already hers. She knows where my loyalties lie. That's what makes us different."

Sebastian's gaze hardened. "Loyalty is not love."

"Bold statement from a man who knows neither." Zach snarled through gritted teeth.

Sebastian responded only with a low, scornful scoff.

That was it. The final thread of Zach's patience snapped.

"Depulso!"

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Goodbye loves 👋 😭

Until August

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I ALSO DO

Bex! :3

Who would you say looks the best in a leather jacket?

King Julian

Wes

or Tristan?

Anon. Sweetie. Dearest.

I went ballistic over this. I don't know what happened. And I can't even answer your question because I can't decide. Lmao

Decide for me, guys? 🥹

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Ominis doesn’t seem very good at categorizing his own emotions. Even when he says things like “You were being careless,” deep down, he’s just jealous—plain and simple. If Aurelia were to ask, “Are you jealous?”, he’d probably snap, “Of course not! What on earth are you talking about?!” all flustered and indignant. ...Honestly, he’s totally the type to get all worked up like that. 😌

Also, I’ve been wanting to draw Ominis holding Aurelia’s wrists like that for so long—and I finally did it!! 💖 So happy!!

I love slightly Dominis...❤️‍🔥

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Violette's first Avada Kedavra encounter ~

Bonus:

...they completely forgot what just happened....

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Aurélie Collins the queen that you are 👑✨💅

poses by miss soapy & lemonjuice on discord.

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adult seb

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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY ROSE

It’s my blog’s fourth anniversary 🥳 I created this blog on June 2nd, 2025.

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THE BLONDIES 😘

So Matty has a new love interest in the hlmcu? 👀 Not sad but 🥲

I know this ask is as old as time by this point LOL but we've finally come out with them. 😌

More of them to come for sure!!

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That Sebastian head canon post was incredible! I loved hearing your thoughts and find them very fitting. Any chance you could whip one out for our other snake boy, the Ominis Gaunt as well? 👀

I’m such a fan of your work! (Asking anonymously because I’m shy af- you’re amazing!)

It would be my absolute pleasure 😌💕 These are so much fun to come up with !

↓↓ OMINIS GAUNT HEADCANONS ↓↓

SFW

Ominis is incredibly reserved and calculated with his words and his actions, and that facet of his character amplifies tenfold when it comes to you. He never wants to say or do the wrong thing, so coming across as stoic is always the better option in his mind.

He's more of a listener than a talker, going above and beyond to recall every shred of information you share with him to the point where you're convinced he has a perfect memory.

This is definitely a widely accepted headcanon, but in lieu of not being able to see, the rest of his senses are sharper than the average persons.

That means he's a master eavesdropper– especially if he ever hears you speaking to another man.

If/when the two of you start officially dating, Ominis is old fashioned in the sense that he takes things slow and is the human embodiment of the word 'chivalrous'.

E.g.; escorting you to your classes or back to your dorm, pulling your chair out for you, helping you to put on your robe or coat, and always taking it upon himself to pay for drinks/meals.

You fell first but he fell harder.

It takes him a while to fully wrap his head around the fact that you genuinely like him, and he's annoyingly slow to open up to you (enough so that you're convinced he's just too nice to tell you to bugger off) but once he comes to terms with everything and grows to trust you, he reveals a softer, needier side of himself that makes you love him that much more.

Before you, Ominis had no interest in dating. I'm pretty sure if anyone was ever brave enough to ask him out or confess, he just spun on his heel and walked away without saying anything.

His idea of flirting with you is to give backhanded compliments and lowkey insult you 👀

E.g.; "Surprisingly, I can tolerate you longer than most people" or if he catches wind of you flirting with someone else, "How droll... I didn't take you as the kind of person to settle for mediocrity"

He's WITTY. Good lord did this man invent the phrase 'sassy man apocalypse'– his tongue is so sharp that sometimes you can't help but feel bad for whoever is on the receiving end of his attitude. He shamelessly hits below the belt and Does Not Care who he offends in the process.

Ominis' love languages are definitely words of affirmation and physical touch (eventually).

His home life was famously Not Good, so he didn't often hear anything positive about himself from his parents, not did they ever go out of their way to make his life easier. When you take it upon yourself to tell him "You look handsome today" or "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me" or "You're so smart, Ominis" he sort of turns into a stammering, blushing mess.

As for physical touch, it's something he grows to accept and appreciate.

In the beginning, he definitely flinches when you brush your arm against his or make contact with him in any way, because he's never been on the receiving end of a tender, affectionate touch.

Of course that changes after a while.

Eventually, he loves when you touch him (or vice versa). Be it casually or in a more romantic way, it doesn't matter. It's his way of 'seeing' you (the softness of your fingertips, the warmth of your palms, the texture of your hair)

The dude also shamelessly loves to smell you. He'll bury his nose in the top of your head, or against your neck, or he'll bring your wrist to his face just so he can get a whiff of your perfume or soap.

Ominis has a bad habit of emotionally shutting down during arguments because he knows he has a tendency to take things too far. He might slip up and say something he can't take back, so the silent treatment will inevitably rear its ugly head in the wake of your disagreements, and it infuriates you to no end.

On the other hand, if you find yourself being disrespected or at odds with someone else, Ominis works quietly behind the scenes to make the offensive party miserable. He ensures that they fall from grace publicly so that no one is unaware of their social blunders. He's ruthless, cold, and conniving (a true Slytherin prodigy).

He's a sappy drunk. Sentimental, poetic, and the total opposite of poised. He stumbles a lot more, slouches violently, and rocks a permanent goofy grin for the entire night before he inevitably passes out at the table.

Adamantly REFUSES to introduce you to his family. Not that you push for it, by any means. But post-Hogwarts when the two of you are moving on in life together, he makes it abundantly clear that you're his family now, and he has no intention of mixing his bright future with his dark past.

Always lets you vent about your troubles without interrupting, then dryly states that you're "overreacting". It takes him a while to figure out that sometimes girls just want to rant without being given a solution.

Ominis is a shameless gossip. With all the eavesdropping he does around school, he knows everything and is not afraid to drop drama bombs wherever he goes. He's usually pretty graceful about it, though, but still... don't share secrets in the halls when he's around.

Will sleep anywhere. On the floor, propped against a wall, in a faraway corner in the library, it doesn't matter. If it's a surface he can lean against or lay on, he'll nap there.

He's wickedly smart and gets good marks in all of his classes, but he's forever embarrassed by his less than stellar grade in Potion's.

Refuses to ride a broom. Ever. Sebastian convinced him once by promising to keep him steady, then failed spectacularly and let him fall eight feet into a bush. Ominis holds it against him for the rest of his life.

He's a wonderful dancer but doesn't like to do it (his parents forced him to learn when he was younger, but his instructor was a wretched old hag who had an affinity for slapping the backs of his calves and his arms with a ruler)

NSFW

Once you and Ominis start having sex, he tends to be a little more dominant in bed

Not in the alpha-male, 50 Shades of Grey type way, though. It's more along the lines of him setting the pace because he's emotionally constipated and isn't used to being intimate with anyone like this.

He has to control the dynamic as much as possible so he doesn't panic and run off in the middle of everything.

Loves to have his hands on you the entire time you're fucking. Always 100% in contact with you somehow, some way, otherwise it's just not the same.

Eventually grows to greatly enjoy the process of power bottoming.

He still feels in control of everything, but he gets the luxury of feeling your legs tremble on either side of him, gets to plant his hands on your hips to guide you, and gets to relish in the sensation of your breasts being crushed against his chest when you inevitably collapse from exertion.

Ominis won't even think of satisfying himself in bed until you're taken care of. This man is not a selfish lover.

Your couplings with him are understandably exploratory and a tad awkward in the beginning, but over time and with enough practice, he ends up becoming something of a sexual savant.

It probably has to do with how he relies on the sounds you make and the way you feel. He's an observant lover, and you're absolutely ecstatic about it.

Even though he's blind, he'll still get flustered and turn around out of respect for you if you start to change in front of him.

"You can't even see anything, Ominis."

"So? I'm not tactless– unlike you. You're not even the least bit ashamed to be stripping bare in front of a poor, unassuming blind man."

Puberty helps him shine in a way that makes you drool: he was always taller than you, but his shoulders fill out and bring attention to his cinched waist. His hands are large but adorned with long, skinny fingers that you can't help but define as dainty. His legs go on for miles, and he's well versed in sliding them between your knees to part your thighs skillfully. He's lithely muscled– not too buff or too scrawny– but tastefully fit.

He's aaaall about that gentle morning intimacy. Lazy kisses, cuddling, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck to surround himself with your scent.

This one is kind of crazy, but I don't think Ominis would be beyond rousing you from your sleep to fuck... like, if he has an itch he wants to scratch, he will absolutely wake you up with his fingers against your folds, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear to get you to blearily spread your legs for him.

Might even dabble in somnophilia if you gave him the green light ahead of time.

When he gets into one of his Moods™, it's like a switch gets flipped. His caring, softer persona disappears and ends up replaced by a domineering one that makes your toes curl.

E.g.; "I can feel your breathing picking up... you like this, don't you?" and "Don't you dare try to hold back those noises– I want to hear you."

BIG brat vs. brat tamer vibes (once he's more confident in himself later in life)

If you've gone and frustrated him, be prepared for him to bully you. I'm talking overstimulation– or worse– giving you just enough to leave you a writhing, panting, needy mess. You want more, but he has the self-restraint of a god damn Saint and will wait for you to beg.

NOOOOO BREEDING KINK HERE !!

Ominis is too paranoid about his lineage and what continuing his bloodline might mean for you, so he's incredibly careful when it comes to finishing inside of you.

Obviously accidents happen, though, and in those rare occurrences, he turns into a fraught mess. He'll apologize profusely, rake his hands through his hair hard enough to pull strands free, and shut down emotionally despite your reassurances that "It's fine" and "You have nothing to be sorry for"

He isn't really big into PDA, but he has his moments where despite the crowds or individuals around you both, he'll duck down to give you a steamy, propriety kiss.

(He usually does that when he gets the impression that people are leering at you)

It takes a while for him to warm up to the idea, but after you tell him that you think it's arousing for him to speak Parseltongue in bed, he'll slowly integrate it into his late night trysts with you.

It's never full blown monologues delivered in the language of snakes– more so whispered praises and long, drawn out declarations of love and reverence.

Loses his fucking mind the first time you think to put his cock in your mouth. Goes cross-eyed, grabs at anything he can, and struggles to hold himself back from thrusting down your throat.

Ominis is big into aftercare. He always makes sure to clean you up, gather you in his arms, and pepper you with kisses and stroke your hair once he's done breaking your back making love to you.

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I've compiled some of the Tristans I painted and they look SO nice !!! MY FAVORITE CHILD ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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Someone's back shouldn't be that interesting, Tristan 😌

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Eheehe

💖I absolutely love it when he grows into this kind of Ominis. 💖