#that he confessed to having been in love with anne...maybe

[boleynqueenes]

g lawrence commiting the (singularly?) eerily resonant arc of 'what if hviii not only knew norris had had a crush on his wife for years, but was also a little fucked up about it?'

[midniqhtt]

sebastian sallow

masterlist • hogwarts legacy • 03/27/25

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𑣲 never forget I @zevrra

where sebastian is actually worried about MC and regrets casting crucio on them

𑣲 caught in the rain I @/zevrra

you and sebastian seek shelter inside an abandoned home where every feeling is laid to bare.

𑣲 truth or dare I @ppomumgranatum

Truths emerged and friendships were tested as you found yourself confronting two years' worth of suppressed feelings towards Sebastian. Drunk.

𑣲 the dance of love’s sweet potion I @/ppomumgranatum

When a potion meant to repel backfired, it became a mishap that turned your world upside down.

𑣲 marry me I @theealbatross

The 3 times Sebastian thought about marrying you and the 1 time he asked.

𑣲 fight the alchemy I @/theealbatross

Garreth asks why Sebastian isn’t dating you. Sebastian spirals.

𑣲 i love you, it’s ruining my life I @/theealbatross

Sebastian has the worst insomnia known to man and you are not dating him.

𑣲 never not been mine I @/theealbatross

Everyone wonders if you and Sebastian are together. Sebastian wonders when will everyone mind their own business.

𑣲 a habit to kick, an age old cure I @/theealbatross

you and Sebastian are now strangers but at your most vulnerable moment he picks up the pieces. only he knows. only he can.

𑣲 fever (what a lovely way to burn) I @shadowtriovibes

"since you saved Sebastian from Azkaban, he has met you in the common room every morning and you have gone to breakfast together. One morning he isn't there so you go to his room looking for him to find him in bed, poorly.”

𑣲 request I @/shadowtriovibes

Eric Northcott is relentlessly pursuing you, so Sebastian offers to act as your heroic boyfriend to get him off your back

𑣲 break a sweat part 2 part 3 part 4 I @/shadowtriovibes

sebastian makes the house quidditch team after training all summer. before his first match, you let him talk you into a bet over its outcome that will in all likelihood ruin your friendship. (merlin, you sure hope it does.)

𑣲 mind if i move in closer? I @/shadowtriovibes

𑣲 it’s a sign of the times part 2 I @/shadowtriovibes

Rivals-to-lovers Sebastian and MC use a Time-Turner to travel to the future with Ominis in search for a cure for Anne. Instead they find a girl who's the spitting image of MC trying to sneak into the Restricted Section in the 1910s, only she has freckles like Sebastian

𑣲 fissured composure I @anto-pops

After watching you hold your own against a handsy classmate, Sebastian is feeling particularly needy and steals you away to the Undercroft to show you just how worked up your right hook got him.

𑣲 possessive touch I @/anto-pops

Sebastian has never been the sharing sort. He was happy to loan people notes or quills, maybe even the occasional book from the Restricted Section. But not you. Never you.

𑣲 sudsy confessions I @/anto-pops

Sebastian confessing his long-harbored love for you while you’re naked in a bathtub.

𑣲 request I @/anto-pops

𑣲 unspoken attraction I @arthenaa

The girls and you have a talk on who they'll date amongst the students in Hogwarts. No one mentions Sebastian despite being deemed the most handsome in your year. You wonder why?

𑣲 jealously, jealousy I @awkwardauthorwrites

𑣲 i think he knows I @/awkwardauthorwrites

Sebastian helps Y/N with an interesting request

𑣲 violets and verbena I @/awkwardauthorwrites

Two years have passed since the events in Hogwarts Legacy, in which Y/N has drifted away from Sebastian. What happens when she has to spend some time in the hospital wing and he comes to visit?

𑣲 in the middle part 2 I @/awkwardauthorwrites

After a few months of knowing the reader the boys suddenly realise one day they are falling in love with the reader and start to become a bit bitter towards each other and very jealous if another guy gives her attention.

𑣲 wildest dreams part 2 part 3 I @/awkwardauthorwrites

Ten years have passed since the events of Hogwarts Legacy and Y/N is invited back as part of a reunion to celebrate.

𑣲 diesel is desire I @wttcsms

sebastian sallow is a good friend. so good, in fact, that when you find yourself under the ungodly influence of a lust potion, he's willing to help give you some relief.

𑣲 trust fall I @fairytalesandlegacies

Sebastian Sallow teaches you how to fight against the Imperius Curse late one night, and in the process, some long-kept secrets are revealed.

𑣲 i need you I @ravenelyx

Sebastian has different ways of dealing with being hurt. One of them is burying his face in your chest while you cuddle him

𑣲 who do you smell? I @roarieluz

Sebastian Sallow has had a crush on Y/N for a while now, this isn't news to him but when a strong batch of amortentia is made for potions class it is hard to keep his mind clear of anything that isn't about you and what he wants to do to you.

𑣲 the night shift part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 I @writing-intheundercroft

You're the lead healer in the St. Mungo's intensive care unit, and a painfully familiar face ends up in your ward.

𑣲 a long time coming I @undergaunts

aka three times Sebastian is a flirt, one time he gets called out on it, and one time he finally does something about it.

𑣲 pining in potions class I @festivalsofmargot

Sebastian Sallow is forming a huge crush on you, and it’s hitting him all at once in a very annoying way. Something as simple as not being partnered with you in potions class eats away at him.

𑣲 pretty thoughts part 2 I @/festivalsofmargot

Sebastian is down bad for you, my dear reader. But a lot of overthinking on your part makes you blind to it. So, his only option is to keep chasing after you.

𑣲 a worrisome box of chocolates I @matchavellichor

𑣲 you look better in green part 2 I @fierymiasma

In which Sebastian sees the new transfer student wearing someone else’s scarf and proceeds to absolutely lose it.

𑣲 snow, scarves, and schemes I @spaceyaceface

Y/N is sick of Leander Prewett trying to court her. Luckily, she has a best friend named Sebastian Sallow who would love to help put an end to it. They devise a plan to pretend to court up until the Yule Ball. Should be simple, right? If only. 

𑣲 the one who stayed I @talesofesther

For a moment, Sebastian thought he lost you, and now the guilt for what happened is eating away at him.

𑣲 the winner takes all I @justauthoring

in which, leander prewett is a prick and sebastian shows him not mess with his girl.

𑣲 bludgered I @slytherizz

Sebastian never really knew what his friend saw in Isaac Cooper but he never questioned it - he made his friend happy. That is until a Quidditch match goes quickly awry and he realises his feelings for her may go far deeper than simple friendship.

𑣲 between the two of you I @cuffmeinblack

Rewriting of the events of the Shadow of the Study/Discovery quests.

𑣲 i crumble completely (when you cry) I @atlabeth

there's only one way to get into salazar slytherin's scriptorium.

𑣲 right where you left me I @anomalyaly

You died. Sebastian secretly had a portrait of you commissioned.

𑣲 in the shadow of the mountain I @ellecdc

fed up with Sebastian. After admitting he "shouldn't have acted so bitterly about your goblin friend", you expect him to be in better spirits on your next quest. He keeps putting the both of you in danger, and you've had it.

𑣲 i remember I @whizzing-fizzbee

You died during your seventh year at Hogwarts before you could tell your best friend, Sebastian Sallow, how much you loved him. But when he discovers a box of your pensieve memories, he learns the comforting, yet cruel truth.

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

Hiii, i adore your sebastian sm and was wondering if you’ve ever written him in a yule ball setting? just sebastian being pissy and jealous about this random ball because he wants to ask the reader but he doesn’t know how to😭

Three Years Late | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

RAHHHH OKAY I WAS SO INSPIRED BY THIS I COULDN'T SLEEP. HAD TO WRITE IT IMMEDIATELY. TYSM FOR THIS!

Words: ~3,200

Tags: Mid-Size Reader, Female MC, No Y/N, No Hogwarts House, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Longing and Pining, Love Confessions, Fluff

Sebastian hated the Yule Ball.

Not in theory, of course. The music was decent, the cider had been spiked, and the enchanted snowfall drifting from the ceiling was beautiful. But none of that mattered. None of it could be appreciated while he stood in the farthest corner of the ballroom watching you laugh at something your date had just whispered in your ear.

Merlin, he hated that guy.

Gresham was his name. Some well-meaning Ravenclaw who wore perfectly pressed dress robes and was top-of-the-class in Arithmancy. Always polite. Always punctual. Always there, hovering beside you in study groups, carrying your books after class. And worst of all, you let him. Smiled at him. Said yes when he’d asked you to the ball.

You said yes.

Meanwhile, Sebastian had yet to figure out how to stop being a complete coward.

You looked incredible. Hair pinned up, dress clinging to every curve in a way that made his throat go dry. He’d never seen you look so radiant and so bloody out of reach.

“I swear to Salazar, you’re going to chip a tooth if you clench your jaw any harder.”” Ominis muttered beside him.

Sebastian didn’t answer. He just kept his eyes on you, smiling, spinning, dancing with someone who wasn’t him.

Anne, standing on Ominis’s other side in a sleek silver dress, arched an eyebrow at her twin. "Stop sulking, Sebastian.”

“I’m not,” he said sharply.

Anne gave him a look like she knew better, because she did. She’d seen that exact look before when they were kids and he got beaten at gobstones or Ominis outdueled him in Defense. The difference now was that this wasn’t about being second best in class. It was about you and the way Sebastian had somehow managed to let you slip through his fingers without even putting up a fight.

“You’ve been brooding since the minute she walked in,” Anne said, crossing her arms. “Honestly, it’s exhausting."

Sebastian didn't hear her, because across the ballroom, Gresham spun you out and reeled you back in like it was nothing. Like he’d earned the right to touch your waist. Like he’d practiced for this.

Sebastian’s grip tightened around his glass.

“I just don’t get it,” he muttered.

Ominis gave a long-suffering sigh. “What don’t you get, exactly? The idea that maybe you should’ve asked her first?”

Sebastian didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Not with his throat tight and his ears roaring with the low thrum of the waltz and the sound of your laughter, distant but unmistakable.

You looked happy. You were happy.

And that made him miserable.

He’d had weeks. Months, even. There’d been a dozen perfect moments he could've asked: lingering after duels, late nights in the Undercroft, your shoulder pressed against his on the couch.

But he hadn’t. Because asking meant admitting the truth, and admitting meant risk.

Sebastian frowned, his voice low, bitter, “What does he have that I don’t?”

Anne smirked. “Do you want the truth, or—?”

“Don’t answer that,” Ominis cut in. “Look. You’ve got two choices here. Keep standing here like a thundercloud with good hair, or do something about it.”

“I can’t do something about it,” Sebastian snapped. “She already said yes to him.”

Anne tilted her head. “Yes, but she keeps looking over here.”

That shut him up.

“...What?”

“She's looked this way at least four times since you started sulking,” Ominis explained like he was commenting on the weather. “And twice during that last dance. Don’t be thick.”

Sebastian didn’t answer. Just stared. You smiling again, eyes crinkling at the corners, your hand brushing Gresham’s sleeve as he said something undoubtedly dull and inoffensive. The bastard probably complimented your handwriting or your essay margins or something equally Ravenclawish. And you looked like you were enjoying it.

Sebastian reached for the nearest tray and grabbed a drink and knocked it back like maybe it could cauterize the godawful feeling blooming in his chest.

Anne made a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh as she watched. “Oh, no. No, no, no. I know that look."

"Relax,” Sebastian muttered.

“Please,” Ominis groaned. “please, do not make a scene."

Sebastian’s jaw ticked. “I’m not going to make a scene. I’m not an idiot.”

But if he had to keep watching you from across the room, he really might combust. Might actually die. Because it wasn’t just jealousy, it was something worse. Something hotter. Something that lived in his chest and in his fingertips and lower.

He’d been a goner since fifth year. Since the day you strolled into Defense Against the Dark Arts with that too-loud laugh, that wicked little smirk, and a wit sharp enough to parry him without a wand. It had been bad even then—he was fifteen, high on hormones and hubris, and already struggling to think straight anytime you smiled too long or touched his arm mid-laugh. There were more than a few shameful nights spent staring at the dorm ceiling, trying very hard not to imagine things he shouldn’t.

But now it was so much worse, because you weren’t a pretty fifth year with a sharp mouth anymore. Now you were a full-grown, impossibly stunning woman, and he was eighteen and half out of his mind because your dress hugged every curve like it was designed for the sole purpose of driving him insane. And maybe it was. Maybe you’d known. Maybe you’d looked in the mirror before coming down to the great hall and thought, yes, this will destroy Sebastian Sallow specifically.

And if so—mission accomplished.

Because you were exactly his type. No, you were the blueprint for his type. Full breasts, thick thighs, wide hips he wanted to get his hands on, and enough fire in your eyes to match his worst moods. He’d kill to bury his face between your—

"Sebastian."

Anne's voice sliced through the haze like a cold wind.

He blinked, yanked out of a fantasy he had absolutely no business entertaining in public, let alone with his sister and best friend standing right there.

"You're blushing," she said flatly.

Sebastian swore under his breath and scrubbed a hand down his face. He needed to get a grip. This was getting ridiculous. It wasn’t as if he could just walk across the ballroom, drag you away from your date, and finally say what he’d been holding in for the better part of three years.

…Except that was exactly what he wanted to do.

And maybe, if you really had been looking his way… if there was even the slightest chance you were waiting for him to do something—

No. He shouldn’t.

But if he didn’t, he was going to spend the entire night thinking about your dress. Your laugh. The soft curve of your waist beneath Gresham’s hand.

“I need air,” he muttered, already setting his glass down and stepping away.

Ominis sighed. “Don’t hex anyone.”

He turned on his heel and strode across the ballroom with the stiff, barely-contained grace of someone trying very hard not to commit a felony.

He managed a few half-hearted nods and smiles as he passed classmates—Poppy waved, Everett said something cheerful he didn’t catch, Natty offered a raise of her glass. He acknowledged them all with the bare minimum of politeness, jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides, pretending he didn’t feel like a live wire in polished shoes.

The music faded as he slipped out into one of the side corridors—a quiet wing strung with garlands and floating candles. He made it halfway down the hall before stopping beneath a tall window, unlatching the old iron lock with too much force.

The pane creaked open, letting in a gust of winter air.

He braced his hands on the stone windowsill and leaned forward, sucking in deep, freezing lungfuls of December night. Snow drifted down in slow spirals beyond the courtyard below, soft and bright against the black sky.

Maybe it would cool him down. Maybe it would snap him out of it.

"...Seb?"

His spine straightened like a bowstring pulled taut. For half a second, he thought he was imagining it. Your voice, soft behind him, just quiet enough to be mistaken for memory.

But then he turned, and there you were.

He shouldn't have been so surprised. You always found him, somehow. Even when he was trying to disappear.

You stood a few paces back, framed by candlelight, your breath fogging in the cold air. Your cheeks were flushed from dancing, curls escaping from your pinned-up hair, and Merlin help him, you were gorgeous.

He looked away before he could drown in it.

“I didn’t think anyone else would be out here,” you said gently, stepping forward. “Needed air.”

Sebastian swallowed hard, gripping the windowsill behind him like a lifeline. “Yeah. Same.”

You nodded, crossing the last few steps between you until you were standing beside him, close enough that he could smell your perfume.

There was a moment of quiet. Comfortable, almost. Or it would’ve been, if not for the static crawling up the back of his neck.

You leaned on the sill beside him, eyes flicking to the snow beyond.

“He’s sweet,” you said after a long silence. “Gresham.”

Sebastian stared straight ahead, jaw tense. “Yeah,” he said finally. “Seems like it.”

“I'm having a nice time. He’s a good dancer.”

His knuckles tightened against the stone. He forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “That’s great."

Silence stretched again. When you spoke, your voice was quieter.

"Why didn't ask anyone? Half the girls in school were lining up for you.”

Sebastian scoffed, eyes still fixed on the snow. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not,” you said simply. “I heard them talking. In the common room. In class. Even in the bloody library.”

He shook his head, lips twisting. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Does to me.”

That pulled his gaze. You weren’t looking at the snow anymore. You were looking at him, eyes steady and searching.

“I thought…” You hesitated, then shrugged one shoulder, trying for casual. “I thought maybe you were waiting to ask someone in particular.”

Sebastian’s heart pounded in his chest.

“I was.”

You blinked. “Oh.”

“I just—” he paused, exhaled, then met your eyes fully for the first time all night. “I waited too long. And then it was too late.”

Another beat of silence.

"I'm sorry, Seb." You reached out, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “Whoever she is… she’s an idiot for not going with you."

Sebastian blinked.

You were looking at him with genuine sympathy, eyes soft and earnest, and it took everything in him not to laugh. Or scream.

His jaw clenched. “She’s not an idiot.”

“Well,” you said, stepping back with a small, rueful smile, “she still missed out.”

He bit down on the truth before it could escape his mouth.

Instead, he gave a tight shake of his head. “It’s fine.”

It wasn’t.

You were already turning toward the window again, exhaling a little sigh, oblivious to the storm you’d left in your wake.

And then, without thinking, without planning, without the faintest regard for timing or tact, Sebastian blurted:

“It was you.”

You turned, blinking like you hadn’t heard him right. “...What? Me?”

Sebastian laughed, but it wasn’t really a laugh, more like a breath laced with disbelief and something dangerously close to despair.

“Yes. You. Who else do you think I’d be talking about?”

You stared at him, stunned. Completely still, like you weren’t sure you’d heard him right, like the idea hadn’t even occurred to you.

Of course it hadn’t.

You didn’t know. You couldn’t. Not after he’d spent three years burying his feelings beneath sarcasm and smirks and the safety of being your best friend. And god, he’d tried so hard to be content with that. With friendship. With late-night walks to the Astronomy Tower and falling asleep in the Undercroft with your head on his shoulder, your leg draped over his like it meant nothing. Like it didn’t undo him every time.

He’d sat through conversations about your crushes. Snuck you chocolate from the kitchens when you cried about exams or homesickness or the injustice of being partnered with Leander Prewett in Potions. You’d given him your warmth, your loyalty, your everything, and he’d taken it all with a smile, pretending it was enough.

Sebastian pushed off the windowsill, running both hands through his hair before letting them drop uselessly at his sides.

“I’ve been in love with you since fifth year.”

There. He said it.

“You—Merlin, I’ve held your hair back when you were sick. You’ve patched me up after every dumb idea I’ve had. We’ve fought like hell, we’ve made up like nothing ever happened, and somewhere in all of it I forgot how to exist without you."

He stepped closer now, eyes locked to yours.

“We’ve been inseparable. Every spare moment, every late-night run to the kitchens, every time we snuck out just to walk the damn grounds and talk about nothing—I kept thinking, this is it. This is where I say something.”

His voice cracked slightly.

“But I couldn’t. Because what if I said it and everything changed? What if you didn’t feel the same and I ruined the best thing I’ve ever had? So I kept my mouth shut and I told myself being your best friend was enough.”

He stepped forward, now, hands clenched at his sides. "But seeing you tonight, with him... I realized I’m going to lose you anyway. Or at least, it feels like I am. And I can’t do it quietly. I can’t just sit in the corner and smile while someone else gets to touch you like—like he’s allowed.”

His voice cracked on the last word. He didn’t care.

“I should’ve told you a thousand times by now. But I’m telling you now. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Silence.

The kind that pressed in on his ears and made the hallway feel suddenly too still, like the air had been sucked out of the castle walls.

You were staring at him like he’d grown a second head. Like he’d just rewritten every memory you thought you understood. Three years of friendship. Of knowing each other like second skin. Of shared looks and late nights and every secret you never told anyone else.

And now this.

Sebastian stood perfectly still, barely breathing, bracing for it. The inevitable. The gentle let-down. The you’re my best friend speech. The soft smile and the heartbreaking kindness that would crack him wide open.

He could hear it already. “Seb, I love you, but not like that.” “You mean so much to me, I just never thought of you that way.” “I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

He’d rehearsed it. Lived it a thousand times in his head, because he knew that’s how this would end.

And still, it didn’t stop him from hurting.

He dropped his gaze, suddenly exhausted. “You don’t have to say anything. I just needed you to know before I watched someone else fall in love with you while I said nothing at all.”

A beat. Two. Then—

"...You’ve been in love with me this whole time?"

He looked up cautiously, afraid to meet your eyes, afraid of what he’d see there. Pity, maybe. Or confusion. Or worst of all, that careful, familiar gentleness that meant you were letting him down easy.

He ran a hand down is face. “Yeah.”

“...And you thought I didn’t feel the same?”

Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck. “You never said anything,” he muttered at length. “And I figured if you did feel something, you would’ve. You’ve always been braver than me.”

You let out a breath that was somewhere between a laugh and a gasp.

“For fuck’s sake, Sebastian.”

You surged forward before he could respond—hands on his collar, pulling him down—and kissed him.

The world stopped.

You were kissing him. You were kissing him. Not as a joke. Not by accident. Not in a dream.

For real.

It was nothing like the fantasies he’d tortured himself with in the quiet hours of the night. It wasn’t soft or cautious or polished. It was real. Warm and messy and desperate and aching.

And perfect.

A broken sound caught in his throat—half a groan, half a laugh—as he deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up your back, fingers threading into your hair. Your lips parted against his, and that soft sound you made, just the faintest hitch in your breath, lit him up from the inside out.

Merlin, you felt good. You tasted like cider and adrenaline and everything he’d ever wanted.

And the worst part, no the best part, was how familiar it felt. Like this had always been waiting. Like this was the missing thread that finally made the rest of your story make sense.

You broke apart just barely, your nose brushing his, your forehead pressing to his cheek as you caught your breath.

Sebastian’s eyes were wide, stunned, and far too shiny. His heart was doing something reckless inside his chest.

“You kissed me,” he said dumbly. “You—you kissed me.”

You rolled your eyes grinning, and he couldn’t help it, he reached out, touching your face like he was afraid you might vanish. His thumb brushed your cheekbone, then your jaw.

“You... feel the same?” he asked, voice low, awed.

You didn’t even blink. “I've loved you since fifth year, you absolute moron.”

Sebastian let out a choked laugh, relieved and wrecked and filled with something wild and weightless.

“I think I might be hallucinating,” he said breathlessly. “Or worse, this is some sort of cruel, well-crafted illusion from Peeves.”

You laughed, your eyes shining, and you looked at him like he was something precious.

Sebastian Sallow,” you murmured, voice thick, “I've been yours since the day you hexed Leander for making me cry.”

Sebastian remembered that day. Of course he did. Sebastian hadn’t even thought. One second he was watching you storm out of the classroom, the next he had his wand out.

You hadn’t said a word about it then. Just sat beside him at dinner that night like nothing had happened, nudged your shoulder against his, and stolen the pudding off his plate.

He hadn't known what to call the feeling in his chest back then. Now, he did.

“I’d hex him again,” he said quietly. “Twice as hard.”

You smiled, slow and fond. “I know.”

He leaned in again, just enough to press his lips to your forehead.

“So,” you said, muffled into his jacket, “...do we go back to the Ball now?”

“Absolutely not.”

You looked up.

He laughed. “You think I’m letting anyone else near you now?”

You grinned. “Possessive, are we?”

He smirked, leaning down to brush another kiss against your lips. “About you? Always.”

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[amara-scott]

Into darkness.

Pairing: Dark!Sebastian Sallow x female!Reader

Summary: Your connection with Sebastian deepens as he weaves a web of manipulation, using your trust and powerful magic to pursue his own desires. What begins as a promise to save his sister turns into a dangerous obsession for control. Despite heartfelt warnings, you are too lost in your feelings for him to see the truth, and your heart leads you further into Sebastian’s grasp.

The Undercroft is silent, save for the flickering torchlight casting long shadows against the stone walls. You’ve been here countless times before, but tonight feels different. There’s something heavier in the air, something that makes your pulse quicken as you watch Sebastian pace, his brows drawn together in thought.

You’ve been arguing for the past hour—about Anne, about the lengths he’s willing to go, about the magic you barely understand but that he’s so desperate for.

“I don’t see why you refuse to use it,” Sebastian says, turning to you, his voice edged with frustration. “You could do things no one else can. You could help her.”

You fold your arms across your chest, trying to steady yourself against the intensity in his gaze. “I want to help her, Sebastian, but I don’t even know how this magic works. It’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” He lets out a short, sharp laugh. “Since when has that ever stopped you?”

You flinch at the truth in his words. He knows you too well. Knows that deep down, there’s a part of you that wants to see how far your magic can go. But something about the way he looks at you now, the way his voice lowers into something softer, something enticing, makes you hesitate.

Sebastian steps closer, his expression shifting. The frustration melts away, replaced by something else—something warmer, more intimate. His fingers brush against your wrist, a touch so light it sends a shiver up your spine.

“I’m not asking you to do this alone,” he murmurs, tilting his head slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. “I would never let anything happen to you.”

Your heart stutters at his words.

And you believe him.

Of course, you do. He has always been there, always fought for what he loves with everything in him. How could you doubt that?

Sebastian’s hand slides up your arm, slow and deliberate, and you don’t pull away. Instead, you lean in—just slightly, just enough that his breath ghosts against your lips.

“You’re extraordinary,” he whispers, and it feels like a confession, like something sacred. “You have no idea how much I need you.”

Your breath catches.

You shouldn’t be here, standing this close, letting your heart hammer in your chest for him. But when he lifts a hand to cup your jaw, when his thumb traces the curve of your cheek, you can’t bring yourself to stop him.

And then—

He kisses you.

It’s soft at first, almost hesitant, as if he’s waiting for you to pull away. But you don’t. You can’t. The warmth of his lips against yours, the way his fingers tighten ever so slightly against your skin—it consumes you.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, the hesitation is gone. His other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss with a quiet desperation that makes your head spin.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath uneven.

“You and me, we can do anything,” he murmurs, his voice rough, laced with something dangerous. “Together.”

And you believe him.

You don’t see the satisfied glint in his eyes. You don’t feel the way his grip lingers, possessive, as if he’s claiming you.

All you feel is the warmth of his touch and the unshakable thought that maybe—just maybe—you belong to him now.

It starts with small things.

Sebastian no longer speaks of simply saving Anne. He starts asking questions—ones that make your stomach twist.

“How does it feel when you use it?” he asks one night in the Undercroft, watching you with sharp, unblinking eyes.

You hesitate. “It’s… overwhelming. Like it’s not entirely mine.”

His lips curve into something thoughtful. “But you control it,” he says. “Imagine what else you could do with it. Not just for Anne. For us.”

For us.

The words stick in your mind long after he’s gone.

He starts pushing you further, urging you to use your magic more often, to test its limits. And every time you do, he’s there—watching, encouraging, his admiration like a drug you can’t resist.

“You don’t have to be afraid of what you are,” he tells you, his fingers trailing down your arm. “The world fears power like yours because they don’t understand it. But I do.”

He does, doesn’t he?

So you let him guide you. Let him whisper things that make you feel invincible. Let him mold you into something neither of you fully understand.

And somewhere along the way, you stop questioning if this is really about Anne anymore.

Because when Sebastian looks at you now, it’s not with hope.

It’s with hunger.

The low murmur of the Three Broomsticks does nothing to mask the tension at your table. Ominis sits across from you, his expression unreadable, fingers drumming against the oak table. Natty is beside him, her gaze sharp, piercing.

“You don’t see it, do you?” Ominis finally says, voice measured.

You shift uncomfortably. “See what?”

Natty leans in slightly. “What he is doing to you.”

Your stomach twists. “Sebastian? He is trying to save Anne. That’s all he’s ever wanted.”

Ominis exhales, shaking his head. “That’s what he told you,” he murmurs. “But it isn’t the whole truth.”

Natty grips the edge of the table. “He is drawn to your magic,” she says. “Not just because it might help Anne. Because he wants it. He wants the power for himself.”

Your breath hitches. “That’s not true. How would you even know?”

But even as you say it, doubt creeps in.

Before you can respond, a voice slides through the air behind you.

“Well, isn’t this cozy?”

Sebastian’s presence is immediate, pressing in around you as he steps closer, fingers ghosting over the back of your chair. His eyes flick between Ominis and Natty, unreadable.

Ominis sits up straighter. “We were just—”

“I know what you were just doing.” His voice is smooth, but there’s something dangerous lurking beneath it. “Filling her head with your little theories, trying to turn her against me.”

Ominis’s jaw clenches. “I’m trying to stop you before you ruin her.”

Sebastian’s expression didn’t change, but something dark flickered behind his eyes. His fingers ghosted along your shoulder, a barely-there touch that sent a shiver down your spine.

“She doesn’t need saving from me,” he murmured, gaze locked onto Ominis’s. “But you—you love playing the hero, don’t you?”

Ominis flinched. It was barely perceptible, but Sebastian saw it. Of course, he did.

Sebastian tilted his head. “Or maybe you just love taking things from me.”

You frowned. “Sebastian—”

“No, let him say it.” Ominis’s voice was clipped, but you could hear the tension beneath it.

Sebastian let out a soft laugh, but there was no real amusement in it. “Come on, Ominis. Let’s not pretend anymore. You never wanted to be my friend, did you?” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into something quieter, sharper. “You were just waiting for your chance. You spent all those years at my side, but the whole time, you only stuck around because you liked Anne.”

Ominis went utterly still.

The words hung between them, razor-sharp.

Ominis’s expression shifted, a crack forming in his usually composed demeanor. His hands clenched against the table, his knuckles turning white.

“That’s not true.” His voice was low, tight with something unspoken. “I was your friend, Sebastian. Even when you pushed everyone else away, I stayed.”

Sebastian scoffed. “Did you?” His fingers curled slightly against your shoulder. “Because it sure as hell looks like you’re doing the same thing now—playing the part of the self-righteous, concerned friend while trying to take what’s mine.”

Ominis flinched again, and Sebastian smirked, like he had drawn blood.

Natty’s eyes burned with anger. “She is not yours.”

Sebastian’s grip on your shoulder tightened for just a second before he turned to face you fully. His expression softened, the shift so seamless it made your head spin.

“Come on, darling.” His voice was warm now, coaxing, laced with something dangerously intimate. His hand slid down your arm, fingers brushing over the inside of your wrist. A tether. A reminder. “Let’s get out of here.”

Ominis’s expression was carved from stone. “You don’t have to go with him,” he said, voice quiet but firm. “You have a choice, Y/N.”

Sebastian sighed, shaking his head as if Ominis were a naive child. “Of course, she has a choice,” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin. His voice dipped lower, just for you. “She already made it.”

You felt Natty’s eyes on you. Ominis’s too.

You hesitated.

But then Sebastian leaned in slightly, his breath ghosting against your temple.

“I need you,” he whispered.

And that was all it took.

Your pulse stuttered.

Because wasn’t that what you had always wanted?

To be needed.

To be his.

You swallowed hard and let him lead you away.

Ominis’s voice followed you both, quiet but filled with something dangerously close to grief.

“You won’t see it until it’s too late.”

[throneofrayllum]

Camp fam headcanons for pride month!!!!

....+ Gia and Soyona - I WOULD DO THE HANDLER INDIVIDUALLY BUT I NEVER REALLY CONNECTED TO THEM OR THEIR STORY IM SORRY GUYS. I KNOW IT'S BLASPHEMY I TRULY WISH I WAS MORE INTO THAT CHARACTER.

I can say for sure that 100% the handler is a lesbian. and was with soyona santos.

warning : long ass post incoming

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Sammy: Realized she liked girls when she was ten. because of her families "values" and religious/political beliefs, she thought it was "wrong". Sammy believed that something about her was wrong. she would cry to her older sister Catalina (Cat) about how she thought that God messed up when he was making her :( Cat had to unlearn some of the hateful beliefs her family had taught her, but she loved Sammy more than anyone else, and was willing to change for her. Cat actually ended up becoming a major #ally. Stan Cat. No one else in Sammy's family knew for a really long time, and Sammy didn't even really let herself dwell on it too much. She knew she was a lesbian, but would spend months trying to "turn straight" and would pretend to have crushes on boys at school so she could fit in with the other girls. During the end of 8th grade/a little over the summer before ninth grade, Sammy started talking to a girl named Anne from school. She and Anne spent every second of summer together, and were each others first kiss. Sammy was able to momentarily forget about her struggles with her identity because being with Anne helped her forget. However, when school started back up again, Anne ghosted her. She would ignore Sammy in the hallways, wouldn't sit with Sammy at lunch, and started dating the captain of the football team. When Sammy finally was able to confront her in the girls bathroom one day, all Anne told her was that "we're girls. I can't actually date you, it was just a summer thing". Sammy's lil 14 year old heart was fucking shattered.

ANYWAYS. Flashforward Sammy goes to camp cretaceous that winter and y'know. Shit happens. She finally accepts her sexuality while being stranded with camp fam because for the first time she's surrounded by people who love her unconditionally. When Yaz finally confesses to her, she's ready. She accepted herself and was prepared to face the hardships that their relationship would bring, because Yaz was by her side. Her parents were..."accepting" at first because they were just so happy to have their daughter back. But, once they realized that Sammy and Yaz were serious, they started trying to push Sammy away from Yaz and change who she was. She lost contact with all her family except Cat.

Yaz: Her mom had always been very open about supporting the lgbtq community, so Yaz had always been supportive herself, but had never considered that maybe she wasn't straight. Not for any internalized homophobia reasons, she just literally had never had a crush on a girl. She didn't even know she could feel that way until Sammy. BUT OH BOY COULD SHE. I think Yaz fell in love with Sammy in season 3, she just didn't realize until the events of season 5. When Yaz came out as bi to her mom, mama Fadoula was 100% supportive and so proud of her daughter. She even said, "I already knew". Yaz asked how and Mrs. Fadoula just said, "Eh, had a feeling. You were a little too into Mulan as a little girl to be straight."

Yaz had never dated anyone before Sammy, and so Sammy taught her a lot 😉Sammy and Yaz also went to their first pride month together, accompanied by Mrs. Fadoula, Brooklynn and Brooks dad's.

Brooklynn: There was never really any official "coming out". She was raised by two dad's, and so she always knew that boys liked boys sometimes, and girls liked girls, and everything in between. Brooklynn knew since she was like 6 that she liked girls. Her first "crush" was Avril Lavigne. Her dad's thought it was adorable. There's numerous home videos of baby brook fangirling over an Avril Lavigne music vid. The first time she pointed out a guy to her dad's in a "oh damn, he's cute" kinda way, they were both SHOCKED. They did nawt know their daughter was into men lmao. She never really opened up about being bi to her followers when she was younger, because she knew she would loose followers for it. She and her dad's got in numerous fights over this, because they didn't want her to do something where she couldn't be her real self.

Post - nublar, she finally stopped hiding the fact that she was bi. Flashforward to Chaos Theory, Soyona was her first...situation with another woman. Brook doesn't even know what to call it. But whatever it was, it wrecked her and made her feel alive at the same time. Brooklynn did fall in love with Soyona, but it couldn't last and she knew it. She had made Soyona fall in love with a lie, and no complicated feelings Brooklynn had would stop her from taking Santos down.

ANYWAYS ALSO SHE LOVES HER HUSBAND!!!!! SHE AND DARIUS ARE BI4BI BADDIES.

Darius: Never really thought about dating or attraction before or during Nublar. He had just never had feelings like that before. After Nublar he decided he wanted to explore a bit. There was no big deal with him being bi. Brandon is gay, and mama Bowman's also super supportive, so he knew it wouldn't be a huge thing. Just casually told everyone he was bi over dinner one night:

Kenji: dude, we all knew

Brandon: cool little man

Mama Bowman: Aw, thanks for telling us that sweetie!

(to her other sons): Boys, you could act a bit more enthusiastic!

He fooled around with his friends from school in 10th and 11th grade. He went to prom with one guy he'd gone on a few dates with, but they ended up just being friends. He also did homework with (made out with) one girl for like months. It drove Kenji nuts because "DUDE YOU CAN'T BE SHOVING YOUR TONGUE DOWN EACH OTHERS THROATS EVERY TIME I COME IN YOUR ROOM" to which Darius would always reply "OK, WELL, I COULD SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOU AND BROOKLYNN"

He stopped "dating" during senior year though because of the demand of school/work

Brooklynn is it for him, if it's not her, it's not anybody.

Kenji: When he was in 6th grade, he started realizing he kindamaybesorta liked boys the same way he liked girls. Didn't let himself even look at boys after he realized because he knew his father would disapprove, and he didn't want to let Daniel down again. (FUCK YOU DANIEL). He went out with a lot of girls before Nublar, and it was never the same one twice. He'd never actually felt romantic attraction towards them, it was just something fun to do. (yes, he was a bit of a heartbreaker). Brooklynn was the first person he'd ever felt romantically attracted to...and obviously that didn't work out but they had some great years together and basically entered adulthood together. He finally accepted his sexuality not long after camp fam got back home from Mantah Corp island.

When he realized he was in love with Ben it hit him like a truck, because soon after he found out Ben had hidden Brooklynn from him, AND he found out Ben had a girlfriend. He can't catch a goddamn break when it comes to love.

He was def having a crisis for more than one reason in Italy because not only did the love of his life have a girlfriend, BUT SAID GIRLFRIEND WAS FUCKING HOT. Anyways, it's my job to spread the Bengiakenj propaganda and that's what I'm gonna do.

Ben: Came out as trans when he was 11. He had been so scared to tell his mom, but she'd just told him, "I knew honey, I've known for a long time. I was just waiting until you were ready to tell me." She immediately was supportive. His dad on the other hand was horrible. Ms. Pincus actually ended up leaving him. They'd never really had an exciting marriage, and he was honestly such an ass. She was glad to have an excuse to leave him. Ben told Yaz first because he was scared to tell everyone else. She assured him that everyone would accept him. And of course they did <3. After Nublar he only became more and more secure and confident in his identity.

Ben had always known he liked boys, but in high school he kinda realized he didn't exactly have a preference. Gender doesn't really play a role in attraction for him that much.

Ben and Gia are T4T baddies.

ALSO FIGHT ME IF YOU WANT BUT I AM A BEN X KENJI X GIA TRUTHER. YOU'LL HAVE TO RIP THEM FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS

Gia: Her father was extremely abusive towards her as a child, and so Nonna took her in and gained custody of her. Gia told Nonna she was trans, and the next day she woke up to three handmade dresses Nonna had made for her. Nonna was confused on some things, but was so supportive throughout Gia's whole transition. Nonna even attends pride with Gia every year <3

Gia's also pan :)

Soyona: Lesbian. This woman is a lesbian no questions asked. However, she has been in a lavender marriage for business reasons/status. Don't ask me the logistics, I just feel it in my bones that she has.

She hooked up with the Handler not long after she hired her, and they ended up having a two year long relationship. Soyona was considering marriage. However, it's always risky to mix business and pleasure, and their disagreements led to them splitting up (and splitting the kids raptors up). Soyona had loved flaunting Brooklynn around for the Handler to see.

But Soyona did genuinely fall in love with Brooklynn. She loved Brook more than she'd ever loved another woman. Which was funny, because Brooklynn was also the shortest...situationship? she'd ever had. Brokerlynn was a "Soyona fell first AND she fell harder" situation.

Soyona does end up marrying again after prison, but Brooklynn never really leaves her mind. Soyona also 100% hates Darius more than the rest of Brooklynn's "wretched friends" lmao.

THIS WAS A LONG ASS POST. I DON'T REALLY EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT I WAS HEADCANONING EXACTLY? SEXUALITY? PAST RELATIONSHIPS? IDK MAN

I need help

[anxious-witch]

Jesus fucking christ. This post by @bluebugjay made me realize something. Something that kept bothering me about Charles' inital reaction to Edwin's confession.

He laughs briefly and says "Oh, I get it. It's like one of those Orpheus and Eurydice moments". I was so focused on the fact they made that metaphor within the Sandman universe than I missed a glaring, obvious bit. Charles laughed. That is not a reaction of someone who believes the other person. He thought it was a joke. He thought Edwin was just making a reference, not actually confessing. And he keeps that up until Edwin says "Charles, I'm quite serious". Then his face turns serious as the realization of this being real sinks in.

And I am completely baffled. Awestruck. And based on referenced post above, I think we can conclude Charles genuinely thought Edwin was above that. Above feelings of the romantic kind.

Let's rewind. Edwin, who never showed any interest in anyone for over 30 years, who scoffed at the prospect of Charles liking Crystal. Charles didn't register it as romantic jealousy, because he didn't think Edwin could feel that.

I wonder if he heard of how Edwin died, of how they called him Mary Ann, and correctly clocked Edwin was gay. Maybe he assumed Edwin had forsaken romance completely due to trauma?

But-but the Cat King! Charles was jealous of the Cat King! And he clearly flirted with Edwin!

Yes, indeed. But Charles never sees that Edwin responds to it. Edwin's relegation of his attraction to the Cat King happens when Charles isn't around. Perhaps Charles subconsciously knows, hence his insistence for Edwin to tell him, but he isn't sure. He just knows he and Edwin made a deal and that Edwin is acting odd. Nothing else.

When Monty comes along, we can see Charles is jealous. And he doesn't seem surprised when he thinks Edwin is talking about liking Monty. "You could have told me you like him". Yet, we clearly see it bothers him, even if he doesn't directly protest.

Then it clicked for me. Is this not exactly how one would act if they thought they had no chance of someone liking them for years and then finding out they like someone else??

No wonder Charles can't say he is in love with him back while they are on the stairs! If we assume that on top of all his issues with his dad and growing up in the 80s, he assumed Edwin would never wish to return anyone's romantic feelings, including Charles, it would be so difficult to shift into a mindset where that is a possibility!

Neither of these idiots were ever truly vulnerable with each other! Charles doesn't have feelings for Edwin because he pushed any possibility away. Not to mention then liking Crystal and knowing that whole situation is not yet resolved. He must have been so confused. No wonder he needs time to unpack all that, after belief he held for decades had been shattered in such a short period of time

[yesimwriting]

I love the way you portray Armand!! Big kudos to you you absolutely nail the characterization. I have a question.

Will Armand ever change his approach/façade and become more gentle/openly caring towards reader, sometime someday in the future? Deep down he's a canon loverboy and if he becomes more loving/doting, will it happen when he separates from louis and officially is together/is at least trying to get with reader?

(I feel like sometime he WILL have to realize "oh shit maybe i should be nice if i actually want this persons affection")

I also have to praise you bc i noticed something random! I read somewhere that Anne Rice had planned for Armand to be the antihero/antagonist from the start, which is why he seems to be so... evil but then she confessed that Daniel and devils minion had changed her mind completely and boom! Armand villain no more. He's in love fr.

I can't help but notice the same theme going on in your bestie verse: hence the question.

(Side note: the audacity of this man to hate on readers favorite shows when this absolute NERD canonly likes the blade runner movies.

ps. expect more random armand facts)

Omg thank you so much!! Characterization is so important to me and Armand is so complex and I'm constantly worrying about making him seem like himself in terms of 'voice' if that makes sense.

That's such a good question and you bring up some really interesting points. I had no idea that Anne Rice chose to shift Armand away from being more of an antihero/antagonist because of Devil's Minion/his relationship with Daniel, from what I've read so far, that arc felt so natural I wouldn't have guessed that it wasn't pre-planned!

I just feel like Armand is so predisposed to allowing his affection to drown out all else. I think something that's a bit of driving force for him is a desire to feel like someone's first and only choice, so once he feels a deep enough connection to a potential love interest/partner to trust that they do love him to that extent, it makes sense for him to mellow out a little. A fully reciprocated attachment is one he doesn't have to 'manipulate' out of the person.

As far as bestie verse reader and how Armand might change his approach in the future, this is really making me want to write a more organized chapter series to better 'track' that development.

I haven't really been able to get into this yet, but Armand is doting on bestie in a hundred ways that she's unaware of. I just feel like when she's staying with Louis and Armand, or when they're staying with her, she's not doing a single thing.

She stumbles out of her heels after a night out and wakes up to them in her closet; she thinks about how nice a snack would be and less than ten minutes later, Armand's complaining about how she hasn't eaten enough today and bringing her something; she wakes up one day and realizes that she can't remember the last time she ran out of any hair or skin products...and now that she's thinking about, when was the last time she ran out of a paint color mid project?

However, as far as openly doting on reader, I can see Armand either convincing himself that his kindness his way of 'tricking' her into liking him, or it being a reaction to something she does that makes him feel more secure.

I think if bestie were to defend Armand during an argument with Louis or maybe sit with him while he's upset or doing his best to pretend he doesn't feel alone, he'd find it in him to care about her a little more openly.

I can also see him randomly worrying about losing bestie after reflecting on how close she is with Louis and coming to the sickening realization that if he wants her to want him...he's going to have to start being nice to her outside of his thoughts 💔

Not Blade Runner 😭 he's definitely just being a hater and complaining for the sake of it. I feel like he'd secretly become invested but pretend that it's a pain to watch them with her.

Also, yes, please feel free to send me all of the Armand facts you want :) Currently deeply fixated on analyzing him, which is why my response to this ask is so long (this is me apologizing for the slight rambling 😭)

[m-jelly]

Hi jelly! Can I request a secretly mind reader Levi x reader with a unholy thoughts?

18+ warning. MDNI

Unholy thoughts

Sweet and innocent, that's how you appeared to Levi. You were the love of Levi's life, he adored you and worshipped the ground you walked on. It was early days for the two of you as a couple. Exploring new things was all you did. The two of you had been intimate a few times, which was incredible.

The thing is, Levi had a power that he'd told you about and you thought it was cool. He could read minds. You accepted him for who he was and he didn't want to keep secrets from you. It was almost unspoken that he wouldn't read your mind, but he got curious.

Today you came to his place with a suitcase because Levi had asked you to stay for a week. Levi was so desperate to have you around him always that he asked you to stay over for a week, which you were excited about because it was the longest you'd ever stayed over.

Seeing you around his home made him so happy. He doted on you a lot and brought you so many things and was constantly checking on you. A large part of him was curious about what you were thinking. You had such an active mind, you'd confessed that to him and said it was always noisy in your head and being with him made it settle down.

He wanted to know a bit more. He walked around his place in joggers and a shirt, which he didn't think much about but he saw you kept glancing over at him. He thought that maybe he could just listen in to your thoughts so he could understand what you thought about him.

So, he listened in.

'My god he wears those clothes well. Does he know that I can see his dick print as he walks and sits? I just want to grab him and suck his cock dry. I want to bite those sexy abs. Fuck, he's so hot.'

Levi went bright red and looked away. He glanced down at his lap and noticed his dick did tap against his bottoms. "Huh."

You looked over at Levi. "Everything okay?"

Levi nodded and handed you a cup of tea. "Yeah, just realised something. You okay?"

You nodded. "Yes, you're taking great care of me. It's a bit overwhelming, but you're cute."

He leaned over and kissed you. "I do it all because I love you."

"Love you too."

He reached over and placed his hand on your thigh and massaged. "You're my world."

"You're mine too."

'Fuck, I love his hands. I just want him to grab me hard, choke me, spank me please anything. I love it when he touches me, especially when he's knuckle-deep inside me. I wonder if he's touching my thigh on purpose?'

You shifted your thighs a little. "Umm..."

Levi cleared his throat. "Yes?"

You cleared your throat. "Nothing."

He offered his hand. "Want to play with my hand?"

You gasped in delight and grabbed it. "Yes!"

He chuckled as you played with and massaged his hand. "You know, your thoughts are really dirty."

Your cheeks heated up as you gazed at Levi. "You read my thoughts?"

"I did."

You whined. "I probably gross you out."

"No, actually I loved your thoughts." He leaned over and kissed you. "Maybe I should recreate a few things you were thinking."

You squeaked a bit. "Y-Yes please."

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a

@youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn

@bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @levistealeaf @pelicanpizza

@hideandgopeep @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously

[nylqnder]

snowflakes sparks fly au

✭ — summary: sofia's finally admits her feelings for rutger

✭ — warnings: angst

✭ — a/n: …sorry lol. also i don’t know if i like this soz

✭ — word count: 0.85k

Sofia was struck with nerves, sitting at the café table. Her knee was bouncing and she felt her palms slick with sweat. She honestly couldn't believe she was doing this.

Based on Rutgers text, Sofia had about 3 minutes to perfect her speech. Maybe she should steer away from a speech. More of a declaration. Of feelings.

Sofia wasn't entirely sure where this burst of confidence came from. Over the past few weeks, she'd worked up the nerve to tell Rutger about her feelings. He had agreed to meet for coffee, under the guise that Sofia wanted to bounce some ideas off him for their upcoming final essay. In actuality, Sofia was going to tell Rutger how she truly felt about him. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to practically ambush him, but Sofia didn't know how else to do it.

His latest behaviour, with Rutger constantly cancelling and barely talking to her in class, was maybe a sign she shouldn’t do this. Because what if he doesn’t like her back? What if Sofia ruins a friendship that she felt so comfortable in? 

These thoughts are immediately gone from her mind as she spots him walking on the sidewalk, approaching the cafe doors. He sits down, his brown hair covered in little snowflakes, slowly melting from the warmth of the café. The sight of him brings a sense of ease.

The new season entering Ann Arbor brought joy to Sofia. She loves the winter season, seeing the snow-coated ground and the surrounding houses beginning to be decorated with lights for the approaching holiday. 

"Hey." He smiles.

"Hi." Sofia replies softly.

It's silent for a few moments as Sofia simply looks at the boy across from her. His cheeks were tinged with a light pink hue from the bite of the wind.

"So you wanted to go over the essay?' Rutger probes.

"Oh, uh, I lied." Sofia says. Her heartbeat picks up as she realizes what she is about to say. Rutgers brows furrow as leans on the table in front of him. "I asked you here because I kind of wanted to talk to you about something."

Rutger stays silent allowing Sofia to continue. Any previous plan or words Sofia had thought of went out the window. Her mind was blank with any way to ease into her confession. It was out of her mouth before she knew it.

"I like you." Sofia says.

The words hang in the air as both Sofia and Rutger process what was just said. 

Rutgers' thoughts were going a million miles a minute. While Rutger was over the moon that the girl he'd been infatuated with did return his feelings, the fact that she was Luca and Adam's sister was weighing on him. If Rutger and Sofia were to ever date and God forbid something happened and Sofia was left heartbroken, the two Fantilli brothers would never forgive him. He would lose three people he cared about in one fell swoop.

“I like you as…as in more than a friend. I would say I have a crush on you but that feels a little juvenile and I don’t want it to come across as just that I think you’re cute, and don’t get me wrong I do think you’re cute cause, like, wow you are, but I also just really like being around you and—”

Sofia is suddenly very aware of the fact that she has been rambling and shuts her mouth promptly. “I’m sorry, I should let you speak.”

“Sofia…we can’t have feelings for each other.”

Sofia’s caught off guard by his response. “I…I’m sorry?”

“I mean…Sofia come on.” Rutger says. “You’re Adam and Luca’s sister.”

Sofia furrows her brows. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, it would be weird if I dated their sister. I mean I’m best friends with them, they’re practically my brothers.”

“What, it feels like I’m a sister to you?” Sofia asked.

“I guess so.” Rutger says.

Sofia can’t help but let her jaw go slack at his answer. Sofia knew that it would maybe be a bit weird for her to date her brother's friend, but not a complete deal breaker. Sofia nods, suddenly feeling stupid and embarrassed. She was so sure he liked her back. 

“I’m going to go.” Sofia says, standing up, the chair scraping against the floor. The tears she knew were inevitable began to brim in her eyes.

“Sofia… Rutger says, reaching for her but she’s just too far.

“No, it’s okay.” She says, wiping away a tear immediately as it escapes. “Good luck at your game tomorrow.”

Sofia leaves, stepping out into the falling snow, flakes delicately landing in her hair and melting on contact. Despite the freezing temperature outside, her body felt like it was on fire. Sweating under her jacket, she walked down the sidewalk at a rapid pace, just wanting to be in her dorm.

Rutgers' response to Sofia confessing her feelings was much more than just rejection. He made her feel small, like a little girl.

She finally reaches her building, collapsing into sobs when she was safely alone inside her dorm. Sofia couldn’t help but feel utterly stupid, having embarrassed herself completely. Crawling under her covers she allowed her emotions to overflow, crying into exhaustion as she replayed the scene in the coffee shop.

[holdmymallowsweet]

Captured Memories

Words: 3,117, also on AO3

My contribution to the Sebinis Prompt Fest 2024

The prompt was: Sebastian is a photographer, and Ominis is his favorite subject, by the amazing, wonderful, lovely @pr0serpinas ❤️

I absolutely love the prompt, and I thought a lot about what to do with it, since there were so many possibilities... in the end, it turned into something sweet and christmassy (with some smut).

Warnings: Smut (Frottage)

(non-magic modern AU, but not too modern because photography was more romantic when people still had to develop film and put their pictures in photo albums)

Sometimes Sebastian wondered when it had started. 

Maybe with him slowly forgetting what his parents looked like. When he’d found it more difficult to recall their faces, then realised his mind had started to replace their features with those of his teachers, the postman, the nice lady from the bakery across the street.

It was all his Uncle’s fault. 

Sebastian wished they would have had more pictures taken before they died, but how could they have known their children would have to grow up without them? Not that it would have made any difference, Uncle Solomon probably would have lost those too, just like he’d lost the only good ones they had of them when they moved, the summer right before he met Ominis.

He’d never forgiven him for it. 

So when Anne and Solomon (who he suspected had only agreed to spend the money to put an end to Sebastian’s sulking) had gifted him his first cheap second hand camera for his eleventh birthday, he’d fallen in love with it. Took it everywhere, made sure it was never out of reach, until years later he’d managed to save up and replace it with a better model.

Anne had once joked that she was surprised he didn’t take it to bed with him.

Sebastian couldn’t help it.

It was his way of greedily holding on to small, precious moments, before time could erode them in his mind and take them away from him again.

And he’d make sure to capture memories of everything. Anne, of course. Their house, school, stray cats. Even Uncle Solomon, once, when he’d been too engrossed in his gardening to notice.

Then Ominis came along, and he’d discovered that there was nothing and no one he’d rather take pictures of.

And no one he was more scared to forget.

So he’d make sure he remembered.

He remembered when Ominis turned twelve, and they’d given him his first proper birthday party. With messy, self baked cake and sloppily wrapped presents and a loud, off-key rendition of the happy birthday song, instead of the stiff, formal dinners full of quietly judging old relatives Ominis was used to. 

Sebastian knew then that he’d cherish the look of unbridled joy on Ominis’ face forever, and he did. It was still one of his favourite pictures, one of those he pulled out and looked at when his house felt too cold and lonely.

He remembered when ominis grew his first awkward patch of facial hair on his chin, and how he tried to get at least one decent picture of it before Ominis would learn to shave it off.

He remembered staring at that picture for hours.

He’d placed it in a box, along with the others, because putting them in an album felt weird. One after the other, until eventually there was no more space. 

He remembered sitting on the floor, holding that box.

He remembered that being the moment he’d realised he’d never thought of Ominis as only a friend. 

It had been horrifying.

For hours, he’d been torn between running to the phone to confess and spill it all, and just throwing the box into the fireplace, as if getting rid of the evidence would erase his feelings as well.

In the end he’d quietly pulled out a second box and decided it was pointless to agonise about it anymore. Enjoy and treasure what he could get, because what he’d truly always wanted would likely forever be out of reach.

At least what he could get wasn’t half bad. Ominis smiling, happily nibbling on one of the cinnamon flavoured biscuits Sebastian had bought him at one of the stalls at the christmas market. Holding onto his arm because it had been difficult for him to navigate the crowd with his cane, and much tighter than strictly necessary, probably because of the cold. 

Sebastian shamelessly enjoyed it. There weren’t many days left until Christmas, but perhaps he’d find a few more excuses to take Ominis out until then.

He seriously considered taking a detour on their way back to his house, maybe to underneath a mistletoe somewhere, for an entirely friendly, platonic peck on the cheek.

Shame he wasn’t that bold.

“Could you hurry up? I’m freezing.” Ominis rubbed his hands together in an attempt to warm them up, cane stashed under his arm, waiting for Sebastian to finish fumbling with the keys.

“Almost got it,” Sebastian answered, but even once he had the key ready, he shamelessly took another few moments to just stop and stare. Not too long, because frostbite would be a terrible christmas gift, just long enough to feel a small, stinging ache in his heart.

Ominis’ breath came out in clouds, disappearing into the cold winter air. The little impatient crease between his eyebrows deepened.

Sebastian had left his camera at home, at Ominis’ request, but now he wished he hadn’t.

Once inside, he went straight for it as soon as he’d kicked off his boots. He always liked to make sure it was within reach whenever Ominis came over, which was almost every day, now that they’d graduated.

He came back just in time to watch Ominis take off his winter jacket, hanging it next to Sebastian’s. He’d even bothered to collect Sebastians’ boots and put them neatly next to his own. There was something so familiar and domestic about the scene, it warmed him from the inside out. 

Ominis nose and cheeks were slightly red from the cold, his own were probably too. But Sebastian suspected he didn’t look nearly as ravishing. His hands moved almost by themself.

Ominis jumped at the clicking noise.

"I told you to warn me before you do that."

"Your face goes weird when I tell you. They never turn out any good."

"Do they turn out good when you startle me with the noise?"

Sebastian looked ruefully at the camera. They probably wouldn't, but he wouldn't find out until he'd developed them the next morning. Or maybe he'd stay up late, he usually couldn’t sleep for a while whenever Ominis left and he was alone with his thoughts again.

"Tea?" he asked, while Ominis settled himself on the seat in the bay window.

Ominis made a noise that probably meant “yes”- he’d be less grumpy and more talkative once he’d thawed out.

Smiling to himself, Sebastian was halfway through the door to the kitchen when Ominis found his voice after all.

“My mother wants me to stay at home for Christmas.”

“And will you?”

“Are you out of your mind? They’re barely tolerable any other time of the year.”

There was no need for further questions. They both knew where Ominis would be spending Christmas instead.

Things were good between them. Everything was fine. They could keep going like this. But Sebastian’s smile still dissipated as he filled the kettle and waited for the water to boil. 

Ominis stayed at his house more than his own, but it wasn’t much of an escape. Regardless of what Ominis said, they both knew he’d have to show his face at the Gaunt Christmas dinner, at least briefly. And lately, the word “marriage” had come up during family dinners.

How many more Christmases would there be, until he was no longer Ominis sanctuary when he needed a break from his horrid relatives, until Ominis finally had the courage to leave them for good and make a life of his own, somewhere far away from him?

Until the only pictures he'd get to see of Ominis weren't the ones he took, but on Christmas cards taken of some happy family, involving the man he loved and a wife he didn't know, sent from some remote place in the world.

Probably with horrible lighting and from an unflattering angle.

The whistling of the kettle mercifully put an end to his thoughts. He poured the water in two cups and added the teabags. 

When he came back to the sitting room, he found Ominis still perched on the window seat, legs tucked in and munching on his leftover biscuits again, illuminated by the afternoon sun streaming through the window.

He took a detour to the sitting room table where he’d left his camera and switched it for his own teacup, just in case.

“There you go. Careful, it’s hot.” Sebastian made sure to guide Ominis’ fingers to the handle, even as he burned his own fingertips a bit. 

“It’s good,” Ominis said after taking a careful sip. Sebastian knew it wasn’t, not compared to what Ominis was used to- freelance photography didn’t pay that well. But he knew Ominis meant it. 

They sat in silence for a while, Ominis sipping his tea, Sebastian mostly just staring, again, occasionally stealing a biscuit or two- he dimly remembered his own teacup sitting out of reach, but he didn’t care enough to get up.

He sometimes wondered if Ominis could feel his eyes on him, somehow. If he did, he never said anything. Sebastian knew he should feel at least a little bad for taking advantage of him like that, but that proved difficult when he could get lost in counting the pores on his skin instead, or the little lines next to his eyes that became more pronounced when he smiled.

He was in love with the way Ominis’ nose was ever so slightly crooked towards the left. He’d never figure out why, because if he wanted to, he’d have to ask- and he’d never say anything to Ominis that would make him believe he was less than perfect. The most perfect thing in the world. The only thing that was, and would ever be.

Ominis turned his head, and the way the light caught on his cheekbones made Sebastian’s stomach flip.

Without thinking, his hands came up again.

He couldn’t help it.

Ominis jumped again, almost spilled his cup, frowned in annoyance in spite of Sebastian’s quickly muttered apology.

“I honestly don’t know what there is to take pictures of in your own house. Has it changed in the five minutes you’ve been in the kitchen?”

“There’s you.”

“Again? I haven’t changed in the last five minutes either.”

Sebastian didn’t know what came over him. He should have laughed it off, changed the subject. Maybe it was the Christmas spirit that came over him. Maybe it was because the second box was starting to run out of space.

“I don’t want to forget,” he said softly.

Ominis frowned. “Forget what?”

“You.” Sebastian’s heart threatened to beat out of his chest. If he kept going, he’d eventually reach a point of no return, there would be no taking it back once he spilled it all.

“I don’t know how damaged your brain would have to be, we’re never apart for more than a few hours. We haven’t been since we were children.” 

“Sure, but It won’t be like that forever, will it?” Sebastian asked. He didn’t know why, when he was so scared of the answer.

“Who says it won’t?” Ominis turned fully towards him now, the look on his face almost defiant. “I’m not going anywhere. If anything changes, it will be because of you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Sebastian, please. I thought that’d be obvious.”

He’d never seen that expression on Ominis’ face, it wasn’t in any of the pictures he ever took, but he knew it would be forever burned in his mind regardless. 

Time slowed down to a crawl, and Sebastian didn’t know what to say, until the sound of his heartbeat in the oppressive silence forced the first stupid question he could think of out of his mouth.

“For how long?”

Ominis shrugged, turned towards the window. Sebastian suspected that the flush on his cheeks was no longer from the cold.

“For as long as I can remember, really. Maybe since the day we met.”

Was this real? What if it wasn’t, what if this was a huge, stupid misunderstanding, what if there was something in the damn biscuits and they were both hallucinating-

“Do you mean it?” 

“Yes.”

Sebastian inched closer, curling his fingertips in the hem of Ominis’ sweater. Close enough to count his absurdly long eyelashes. Close enough not to miss the sudden shadow of nervousness and insecurity.

“I’m going to kiss you. This is your last chance to tell me this is a joke.”

“Just do it, you-”

Sebastian wouldn’t find out what he was.

Ominis’ lips were so soft it felt criminal, slightly chapped from the cold where they parted, and he tasted overwhelmingly like cinnamon biscuits.

It was all Sebastian ever wanted, and yet somehow still not enough. Before he knew what he was doing, he’d climbed on top of him, pressing Ominis up against the cold window. One of his knees ended up in between his thighs, and their lips kept moving against each other until they had to break apart because Sebastian stupidly forgot how to breathe through his nose.

“Sebastian-”

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I know this is too sudden-”

“No, the tea.”

Oh.

Ominis held his cup at an awkward angle, trying not to spill anything and not in a position to put it down anywhere, still caged in between Sebastian’s body and the window.

Sebastian took it and set it down on the floor in one swift motion, spilling half of it on the window seat cushion, but Ominis didn’t need to know. 

“You’ll step on it later.”

“I honestly couldn’t care less.”

He didn’t even realise that his hand was still clutching Ominis’ sweater, until Ominis took it, guided it to his cheek, from where it wandered on its own. To the back of Ominis’ neck, then weaving through the strands of his hair, messing it up like he’d always wanted to.

There was nothing but the sound of their ragged breaths in the silence that followed. Both of them knew there was a conversation begging to be had, about what this meant, what would change, what were they now?

But their lips only moved to devour each other again.

And again.

Until Ominis took off his sweater. “Because it’s too hot,” he said, but the second it left his body, the last remnants of Sebastian’s sanity went with it. 

His skin was as soft as it looked, pale and flecked with little beauty marks he could trace, straight down to-

It was ridiculous how quickly he’d gotten painfully hard, but Ominis clearly didn’t mind one bit, pulled him closer, let him feel how much he enjoyed it too.

Their kisses were getting sloppier by the second, with more tongue and teeth, mainly Ominis’, while Sebastian traced along the waistband of Ominis’ trousers. Slowly, hesitantly.

“I want you,” Ominis sighed, after a final bite on Sebastian’s lower lip.

Sebastian didn’t dare to ask how, exactly, or move, and it was Ominis who eventually broke the awkward silence. 

“Do you have any, you know.” He seemed to struggle with the word. “...uhm, lube?”

Sebastian briefly choked on his own spit. “Lube? Why would I, I wasn’t expecting anything like this in my wildest dreams.”

It was too much all of a sudden, he hadn’t even thought about how far he wanted to take this, at least not as much as Ominis apparently had. 

Ominis. Who’d bitten his lips raw, told him he’d never leave him, held onto him as they’d walked to his house- memories upon memories he could pull out of his mind like beads on a string, going further back in time, all little signs he’d missed because he’d been too self- absorbed, too busy feeling sorry for himself, dreading the loss of something he thought he’d never have, when all he ever wanted had been there, waiting for him-

Sebastian tried to awkwardly get up, just to clear his head for a second, but Ominis held onto him so tight he was sure he’d be left with finger shaped bruises as a memento.

“Don’t- just stay, keep going. I won’t last long anyway. Please.”

Of course he’d stay. He’d give him anything in the world, if he asked.

He kissed the little moles next to Ominis eyes, the ones he’d stared at thousands of times through the lens, never having dared to dream that he’d one day be allowed this close, to touch him, worship him like he deserved. 

“If you’d rather wait-”

“No.” Sebastian finally made up his mind. “I’ve waited long enough.”

He pressed his hips into Ominis again, bit his own lip now, as he groaned from the pleasure.

Ominis’ hand was suddenly gone, reappeared a second later, squished between them, and before Sebastian could comprehend what he was trying to do, he felt his trouser button open.

All he could do was stare empty headed at Ominis face. Brows furrowed in concentration, eyes half shut as if in a trance, he’d never before looked this beautiful.

The first contact of skin almost finished him. 

Sebastian pressed them together, chasing that feeling again and again, and then the world dissolved into nothing but Ominis bruising grip on his hips, their bodies moving together, sticky precum and his breath fogging up the window pane.

“Sebastian, I’m close-”

“Not yet.” Sebastian fumbled around for the camera, got sloppy in his movements and it made Ominis whine deliciously.

“Wait for me, just a moment.” He almost dropped it.

“Can’t-”

Seeing Ominis come undone because of him was the most beautiful moment in his life. Head tilted back, face screwed up in pure pleasure, back arched and releasing the filthiest moan.

He wanted this moment, their first time, just this once. 

Then he followed him over the edge.

They laid tangled together, their combined release on Ominis stomach seeping into Sebastian’s shirt. He shot a guilty glance to his camera, knew he shouldn’t have done it, but it was just for him- no one else would ever know, or see.

“Will you get some?” Ominis asked sleepily.

“Hmm?”

“Lube. For next time.”

Next time. “I’ll make it your Christmas gift.”

Ominis gave him a slap on the arm. 

“...that’s needlessly violent,” Sebastian complained, making sure to put an extra amount of pout in his voice.

“It’s nothing compared to what you’ll get if this-” Ominis flicked at the camera, “-ever sees the light of day.”

“Ah. You noticed?” Sebastian asked sheepishly.

“I wasn’t born yesterday.”

Sebastian snorted. “Fair enough. Probably didn’t turn out good anyway.” That earned him another slap, but he just laughed and buried his face in the crook of Ominis neck.

He’d just have to burn these moments into his memory, without the aid of his camera.

It was about time he learned to live in the present, anyway.

a/n: Thanks for reading! And Pina, I don’t know if this is at all what you had in mind, but I hope you liked it, because you’re the best and I love you ❤️ (also this is my first attempt at writing smut and I’m dying on the inside, I hope it was alright)

[morlao]

"You can thank me later"

Headcanons:

Being best friends with Anne Sallow

(contains Sebastian x f!reader)

- The first time you meet Anne the two of you immediately get along very well. She is more than happy that after all the weeks that she spent alone with her uncle Salomon, she finally has someone her age - and on top of that A GIRL - to talk to.

- You both spend the whole afternoon talking about Hogwarts while laughing and giggling about the memories that she shares with you.

"Do you know how horrified Leander gets when he sees a spider? One time during class he jumped on his desk and screamed like a little girl for at least five minutes! Professor Hecat had to promise him three times that it was gone before he agreed to sit down again."

- Of course Sebastian starts to feel left out pretty soon. He left you two for only a few couple of minutes and when he steps back in the room you are so busy talking that you don't even notice him. He jumps around, making a scene and acting like a total drama queen, which makes you and Anne cry out in laughter. He dramatically points his finger at Anne: "Stop stealing my best friend!"

- He is not really angry, though, more relived that Anne finally seems happy again. It's been a very long time since he heard her laugh like this. He even feels like she's finally able to forget about the curse - at least for a few minutes.

- After your first meeting you visit Anne on a regular basis. Almost every weekend you spend some time with her, often bringing some snacks from Honeydukes or something from Zonko's to cheer her up.

- Sebastian really appreciates what you do for her and - if that's even possible - he falls even harder for you. Of course Anne doesn't miss the hidden glances and the way he smiles when he looks at you. Not to mention the blush on his face and the fact that he often acts like an idiot in front of you to get your attention. Maybe it's also because of twin intuition that his feelings for you are like an open book to her.

"Merlin, I can't believe how nobody sees that!"

- She loves to tease him about it, which almost every single time gives him nearly a heart attack and causes him to panic as he fears that she might tell you, since you two grew really close. And girls tell their best friends everything, don't they?

"Awww does my twin brother have a crush?"

"Shut up, Anne! That's not true!"

"Of course not, there are a million other reasons why you look at her like that!"

She starts imitating Sebastian's glances and gestures, which causes his face to blush a deeper shade of red than the Gryffindors' flag.

- Even though she likes to tease her brother about his crush on you (by threatening him to tell you if he didn't confess soon) she will not say a single word to you about it. Once in a while she might drop a hint or ask you a question in order to find out whether or not you like Sebastian too. She might say things like:

"Don't you think that he's acting weird lately?"

Or

"He let you have some of his Bertie Bott's Beans? Wow, normally he never shares with anyone! You must be really special to him!"

- Even though Sebastian constantly flirts with you he won't make a proper move for a very long time as he is afraid that you don't like him as more than a friend. While Anne was really amused about that at first, she starts to get pretty annoyed after a few months.

"For Merlin's sake, Sebastian! When will you finally confess to her? If you wait any longer, other boys may take their chance! You know she's amazing, a lot of people fancy her!"

Anne's words haunt Sebastian in his dreams so he decides that the next time you accompany him to Feldcroft he will tell you about his feelings. But again he is too nervous. He just doesn't find the right moment and the right words to tell you (even though he forced Ominis to act out this scene with him various times).

- In the meantime Anne has made a plan herself. She knew exactly that her brother wouldn't find the courage to tell you so she decided that it was finally time for her to take action. As soon as you knock on the door she jumps up, runs outside and takes both your hands while giggling excitedly.

"Y/N, finally! How was your date with Garreth? You have to tell me everything!"

She leads you inside without giving you the chance to stare at her in confusion and ask her what the hell she was talking about. Obviously you weren't on a date with Garreth. Garreth was just a good friend. Your heart belonged to someone else. That special someone who now stood frozen outside the door, absolutely horrified at what he just heard. Garreth FUCKING Weasley!

- He screams out in frustration before clenching his hands into fists and storming inside where you and Anne are standing. Anne is still giggling and asking questions about your "date", barely leaving you time to answer. Sebastian can't believe how happy she is. She knows exactly that he loves you and she still seems to be so excited about the idea of you and Weasley! In his hurtred and anger he doesn't even notice how confused you are and that you try to interrupt Anne various times by asking her, what she was talking about.

- "Anne, what the hell?" He shouts while grabbing her arm. "You knew Y/N was going on a date with Weasley and you didn't bother telling me?!"

Anne smiles innocently. "Of course I knew. She's my best friend. Actually it was my idea. She told me that Garreth passed her a note in potions, asking her if she wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him. I told her to say yes. Garreth is a nice guy, so why not?"

- Sebastian is so furious, he can't believe what she says. "I told you months ago, that I love her and you set her up with GARRETH? WHAT THE HELL, ANNE?"

- Anne's smile gets even bigger as she watches you stare at him in disbelief. "You love me?" Sebastian freezes as he realises that he just confessed to you (if that's what you could call that screaming and shouting). His face turns bright red and he gets all flustered, nervously rubbing the back of his head. "Yes, I do." He finally manages to say.

- Now it's your turn to blush a deep shade of red. Sebastian Sallow loved you? You couldn't help but smile. You never expected him to have a crush on you. While you try real hard not to turn into a blushing and giggling mess he still stares at you. Of course, you're such an idiot! He obviously wanted an answer, a reaction, any sign that you're still alive.

- "Sebastian...", you stutter while slowly stepping closer and taking his hand. "Did you really think that I would go on a date with Garreth? I thought it was quite obvious that I like someone else." You pull him closer and he holds his breath. "Do you really think I would drop everything and go into the forbidden forest to fight some spiders with you if I don't have a crush on you? Wow, I guess even the Hogwarts ghosts know I like you!"

- A huge smile appears on Sebastian's face and before you could say something else he cups your face with his hands and kisses you. Your heart skips a beat when you kiss him back. You couldn't believe it was finally happening!

- When the two of you let go of each other, you see Anne standing there with a huge smile, looking completely satisfied with herself. "You can thank me later!" You laugh and pull her into a hug while Sebastian stares at her with a grin, shacking his head. She really was a true Slytherin.

[symphonic-scream]

Okay.

New Arcana Swap

(tag for now is Transboy Haru I need a new name for this I know)

Anyways. It's been like 2 hours here's everything I have so far

So it's a Fool Haru au, but as a trans guy. He's been transitioning since the year before he started high school, and he's had top surgery. Now he's in his final year, and he's being shipped out to Tokyo after a summer in Juvi, all for something he didn't do

Toranosuke Yoshida as the Hierophant with Goro as the Hermit too it's. This ex politician who has been adopting these kids who's rich and important parents abandon them

Emperor Makoto. And then with Makoto, she's been "staying" with Kobayakawa as a pupil and StuCo Prez, and once he's confessed, she reaches out to her sister and returns home to live with Hanged Man Sae. She's sorta non-binary genderfluid? She doesn't have a term coined yet. But pronouns vary each day

Makoto: thanks, so much. For saving me, for helping me find my sister again, for accepting who I am, and- and for loving me,

Haru: oh, Mako dearest,

Makoto, crying: d-dont look at me like that, Loverboy. Just- let's hurry, the others are waiting

(in case you couldn't tell yet, this is Okujima)

Haru: hey why are you so close with that pharmacist?

Yoshida: oh, cause. I take pills?

It's cause Goro's on anti-psychotics lmao

It's how he so easily got Haru in with the counsellor Death Maruki

Maruki: yep, I see your files are completely true. So, I'll get you set up with your old regime of hormones

Haru: just like that?

Maruki: yep, but I also have to give you anger management sessions. Your parole demands it

Haru: ...I understand. Just, thank you. For understanding who I am

Chariot Shiho and Lovers Futaba, and the Temperance is Kanji-

Cause his husband is the Judgement and their wife is Fortune-

Moon Joker, Magician Ryuji (he's a lil lizard), Star Ann, Empress, uh, Yusuke?

Shiho a recovering amputee. She got in an accident that ended her volleyball career, but she's trying to not get too depressed about it

She cost them the national title. She ends up starting her training again to aim for the Paralympics, and manages the school team

Shiho: hey, why was Shit Head calling you a girl?

Haru: I, I'm trans,

Shiho: THAT BASTARD! Urgh, I'm so sorry, I know a teacher who'll help report that bullshit. I'm Shiho Suzui, school cripple. Nice to meet you, transfer boy

Haru: thanks, I'm Haru Yoshida. Thanks for not, freaking out on ke

Ryuji's a little bearded dragon in the real world

And MORGANA! He's like, Shinya's age? Human

He's playing the hero, trying to take down the Yakuza that ruined his family and left him alone, but he's young and scared, and the group saves him and he moves in with Yoshida too and he's like Haru's little brother

Goro: you're getting soft, old man.

Yoshida: maybe I am. Or maybe, I'm finally doing what I was meant to all along

He runs a homey beef bowl shop and Haru helps out, and Morgana sits at the counter slurping his noodles and Goro studies away in the back booth. Little family of three brothers

Goro: thanks for changing my heart, I guess

Futaba: no problem, man

Goro: ...I, feel like I need to tell you all. My mom was schizophrenic, and I've been being treated for it since Yoshida took me in. I, I'm gonna get myeds adjusted too. So I can be reliable for you all as navigator

Shiho: whatever you need to be yourself, and to be healthy

Haru: and if you end up like that again, we'll race back in and save you

It's shown in how his palace would change every other day. Like if you wait too long the infiltration route changes

Once he's doing better again, he gets back into school, and ends up in the other third year class with Makoto

Goro: your partner is a pain in my ass. They're making it hard to get that #1 spot

Haru: isn't my love so smart?

Goro: fucking gross. Bleh. I'm going to go watch a documentary on serial killers.

Toranosuke and his three sons, such a proud dad

Haru doesn't leave Tokyo at the end of the year. He gets formally adopted, and moves from the attic to the proper Yoshida house

Naoto: so. You're the leader of the Phantom Thieves?

Haru: ...what's it matter how I answer? They got their signed confession.

Naoto: I knew it, there was no way they'd have gotten a genuine one so quickly... Those bastards... Well, hopefully our chat can clear things up. Tell me, why'd you do it? How? The more I know, the better I can help you out

Naoto recognizes the boy from his husband's class roster, from his chats about the transfer boy that seemed to affect everyone around him

Naoto: so. Your dad kicked you out?

Haru: yes. Not for being a boy, he accepted that part of me. No, I caught on about some of his shadier business deals. So, he framed me for assault, disowned me. I got lucky, that Mr Yoshida agreed to house me, otherwise I would have probably ended up back in Juvi,

Okay this is getting too long so MORE UNDER THE CUT BUT WHAT DO YALL THINK LEMME KNOW

Okay. More

Shiho with her slight hobble cause of her prosthetic, and when she just *can't* wear it, she's on crutches, Like at the beach

She wears her leg to the beach, but takes it off when Makoto and Morgana egg her into running out to the water with them. Makoto loads her onto their back until they reach the water and then it's just. Splashing and fun

Goro's reading a book while Ryuji lies on a towel in the sun, soaking in the heat. Haru and Futaba are munching on popsicles and watching the others

Two Jokers

Moon is Akira, and Ren was in Shiho's role

They're Futaba's foster brothers. So that's why Futaba really wants to join up. To avenge Ren. And it's why Akira helps out

Futaba: hey, so Ren's awake. He's going to need physical therapy, but he's keeping all his parts. He's, also going to testify. He won't be returning to Shujin,

Akira: he's going to finish at Kosei. It'll be a better fit for him

Makoto, fluid, having more they or he days but still having she days. Masc she days, but still

Coloured bandanas around their upper arm for their different days. Now embracing their baby punk side

And smiling so much more, back home with their sister and able to be themselves with support, and having friends and a sweet boyfriend

Hifumi for the Faith and. Justice Kasumi and Sumire TRSUT ME

Haru: hey!

Makoto, wearing a dark red bandana: hey Loverboy, can I get a kiss?

Haru: course, love. How's my girl today?

Makoto: feeling great, Sis and I are going out tonight. She said you're welcome to join if you want? And then maybe come over after later to "study"?

Haru: how can I say no to you?

[regretsofaghost]

Day 1- My love for you is true, I swear it is, it will just kill you in the end

I have been doing a writing challenge on AO3 this past week, and decided to begin cross-posting it. Basically I have to write everyday.

AO3 link to chapter one- here

Next part on tumblr- here

Word count- 700 words

It was through heavy research that Edwin had found the potion in the first place.

It was not too complex to make, however some of the ingredients tended to be pricier than the agency could afford, so Edwin did try to keep its usage to a minimum. It was a handy little potion though, capable of temporarily increasing one’s level of magical energy so they could do more demanding spells without easily tiring. It was a vital potion, one that meant the two of them could take more difficult magical cases with less worry.

It was helpful that Edwin quite enjoyed the taste as well. The side effects were minimal, even if what they did to him were things he kept from Charles.

What if I was wrong by never moving on I-

The idea came about because of Crystal.

It would be wrong to believe that there had never been music in the office, Charles and Edwin loved to dance, when there was a lull between cases and no desire to explore, the two would often set a record on the ancient victrola they had acquired and dance. Edwin loved music, in a way he couldn’t find himself to while listening to waltz music, or while playing the violin or piano. Charles’ music was upbeat and loud and, in your face, it was amazing.

Charles was amazing

Crystal had been using the office to study in, something she had begun to do shortly after they came back to London from Port Townsend. Edwin, despite his desire to, hadn’t pushed the issue. She at least kept quiet and wasn’t too much of an annoyance beyond moaning about her schoolwork.

For the past century Edwin had not had to worry about schoolwork, but with the Night Nurse’s new demands for a paper trail in their cases, it could be said he understood the sentiment.

The idea came from Crystal though, while she had been studying for one of her many exams, she had begun to hum a small tune, followed by whatever equation or series of names for hierarchies that she had to remember with a tempo and rhythm that resembled a song.

It was quite easy to take the idea from that.

Edwin had always hated how much he relied on his texts for his magic, how burdensome it could be for Charles to ensure he had the most important books safely stored away in his backpack for their cases. As evident by their encounter with the World War One ghost, then everything in Port Townsend, Edwin should not rely solely on Charles to keep them safe.

So much was changing so quickly.

So, it was easy, to translate the idea from Crystal into practice. He had always been musically gifted, always finding small ways to incorporate music into his life and style, steps and movements following an unheard tempo that had branded him a Mary-Ann.

Still, it reminded him of the first time he successfully cast a spell, when he had gotten through the tune and a small flame appeared at his fingertips. Emotions flooded through him, relief being chief among them. He wasn’t sure it’d work.

It wasn’t what Charles meant, when he asked him to learn how to defend himself, but it was close enough, wasn’t it? Not having to rely on texts that could get ruined or lost or, any number of things really. It had to be enough, to show Charles that he listened to him when he spoke. Charles was probably the only person who Edwin would willingly listen to at any rate, a fact that the other boy somehow failed to notice.

Edwin would protect Charles, and Charles would protect him.

Crystal and Charles were getting closer, and sometimes, maybe, Edwin worried that he was keeping Charles from his afterlife, or even just, where he truly wanted to be.

There is no one else, no one else, I would go to Hell for.

He should not have been so naïve as to believe his confession would change nothing at the agency.

Edwin also, perhaps, couldn’t help but wonder if he should have stayed in Hell, if that would have freed Charles to his.

[thesweetnessofspring]

Is there anything you’ve been struck by on your current Anne reread?

Ok so I read all the Anne books back in 5th grade through middle school, but the only ones I've re-read is AOGG and AOI. This is my first time re-reading AOA and when I first read it, I thought it was not as interesting as the ones it was in-between. However, now having more life experience under my belt, I am LOVING it nearly as much as the other two! I can now relate a lot more to Anne being a teacher, working with kids, and trying to work with her community to improve it and being met with set-backs and resistance. The part where she goes to confess about sell Mr. Harrison's cow rather than her own was something I deal with a lot now, in that I have to have difficult conversations with people and anticipate a poor response, but a lot of the time, people appreciate the honesty and will work through things with you if you approach it in a productive way.

However, I do still find Davy way too annoying, Dora not explored enough in favor of Davy getting all of the stories, and Paul is just...boring so far (I remember he has some subplot with his dad and his dad's ex getting together or something so maybe he gets better then?). Also I know language was different, but the way Anne talks about Paul, I think if they met when they were older/he was her age she might have married him over Gilbert. Is that sacrilege to say? Definitely not saying I'd prefer it, but Paul is kind of similar Roy in that beautiful, sensitive way, but with Anne's genuine affection and kindred-spiritness that Roy lacked.

So yeah in general I'm just surprised by how much I like AOA so far! What about you? (besides the purple pills)

[garden-beans]

I want what 20th century women authors were on

Ok but no literally I was reminded of my favorite (as of right now I am fickle) gothic novel. Which guys let me tell you about Ann Radcliffe's The Mysteries of Udolpho. Have you ever wanted to read Jane Austen but like also the plot is on crack a bit? Yeah, I also didn't know I wanted that until I had it.

So like, maybe spoilers but the novel was also published in 1794 so I feel like its fine. I'm going to break the book's plot down into four, and i want emphasize this, very simplified sections.

Part One: Death. We start with the death of our main gal's (her name is Emily) parents, total bummer they were like a super nice family and now she has to go live in the wack castle with her aunt. Stuff does happen before her parents die but for the sake of not ranting too much the most important pre-parental-death facts to know is that the family's fortune was in decline, Emily accompanied her father travelling the world after her mom dies and while journeying she falls in love with this guy named Valancourt. But then her dad dies and it's aunt time. Oh also she meets a woman called Sister Agnes at the convent where her father gets buried, we will come back to her. Classic set up we love to see it nothing too big happening here. But this leads us to the next plot point the castle. You guessed it! It's Udolpho.

Part Two: Udolpho. Ok to be fair im skipping a bunch of stuff but we have to get through this, so straight up gothic castle on a cliff. I could go on a whole rant about the castle being a classic example of a large scary house in gothic novels and how arguably the main character could really be the castle and Emily is just our tour guide but I digress. Emily's Aunt has married this fuck ass guy named Signor Montoni, and he sucks so much ass. He forces Emily to break off her engagement with Valancourt (yeah that happened in the stuff i skipped) by manipulating her aunt. He also before they make it to Udolpho tries to force Emily to marry his creepy old man friend Count Morano and sign over her property to him (her uncle). But then switches up real fast when his friend turns out to be like loosing his money or smth and Montoni and her Aunt drag her off to Udolpho. Ok great they get there and turns out Montoni is like a bandit king/leader guy???? and the castle is their center of operations??? And then the castle is attacked by other people and Morano shows back up and tries to kidnap Emily but fails. Also castle is allegedly mad haunted. Emily finds a creepy black curtain and has a breakdown about a frightful thing she sees behind it, she thinks it is the body of Signora Laurentini di Udolpho who the Count was rumored to be married to before. Emily thinks he killed her and put her body there. Great. Montoni ends up inadvertently killing Emily's aunt cause she won't sign over her property to him and plans on leaving it to Emily, so he locks her in a tower and she just gets sick and dies there. Skipping some more stuff Emily and a few others run away and escape Udolpho which leads to....

Part Three: Chateau-Blanc. Yay! Second haunted house time! They end up nearby where her father died and was buried. Some supernatural shit is happening here too apparently and a servant shows Emily this room with a painting of the Marchioness de Villeroi and tells her about her. Emily is like aw fuck this lady might be my real mom we look crazy related and double fuck because this room is also seemingly very haunted. So another guy is like hey i'll spend the night in here to prove it isnt haunted! and the next day he is straight up gone so that sucks. Emily then ends up going back to the convent and visiting Sister Agnes who is dying now too. And death is a hell of a drug because she confesses her whole life story to Emily and turns out Agnes is Signora Laurentini di Udolpho and had been the Marquis de Villeroi's lover. And she and him conspired to kill the Marchioness de Villeroi who is Emily's aunt not her mom. And like men do the Marquis regretted what he did and blamed it all on Agnes/Signora Laurentini and told her she had to go repent for the rest of her life. And Oops Emily should have all her aunt's land and stuff actually so she is a wealthy woman now once she recovers it all. Also! that guy (Ludovico) who disappeared earlier in the haunted room shows back up! Turns out he was kidnapped by Pirates who were trying to rob the mansion, not ghosts.

Part Four: Final Weddings and Reveals. So the book ends with Emily and Blanche (another character she is important but... you get it)) getting married. Emily to Valancourt after a series of miscommunications I glossed over. Its like a whole romance subplot of 'is he worthy of her love? is he not?' going on during the last part up until they are like 'ooo we are in love lets marry'. Idk the romance isn't why i am here. I'm here because the very end of the novel reveals to us that this whole time the creepy maybe dead body Emily saw behind that curtain was a wax figure. And it like ribs on her for not taking a second more to look, hold on im pulling out the quote for this one “Had she dared to look again, her delusion and her fears would have vanished together, and she would have perceived, that the figure before her was not human, but formed of wax". Like damn ok yeah...

anyway I just really like this novel. Like! It's mentioned by Austen in Northanger Abbey, which is knowingly a parody or satire of the Gothic genre. And Udolpho is used as like this example of a great gothic story in it. But I feel like you could argue that Udolpho is almost a parody or satire in itself? Like Emily is never actually in any danger from supernatural happenings. The worst is her new uncle and some other creepy men. And while that also can fall into the gothic genre there is also this self awareness the story has of its own elaborate craziness. If that makes any sense? Idk it just throws so many plot twists and points at you in the best way.

[m-jelly]

Hiiii there! I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH!!!! I got into AOT just a couple of days ago and stumble upon your works and I love how you write the characters!!!!

I can't help but ask if it's okay to request for Levi x reader, where the reader is like a legal advisor for the survey corps, she would often come to meetings and they would come to them for legal matters and she's highly intelligent and Levi is impressed and starts falling for the reader and the veterans like Hange and Erwin notices it and decided to help Levi with confessing. Maybe add in a little bit of the 104th cadets.

That's all but also one last thing is that please take care of yourself and don't overwork yourself. Thank you!!!

Thank you so much! You're so sweet anon and I'm glad you like my oneshots <3 Take care of yourself too.

@ladycheesington <3

Love and legal.

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, fluff, romance, falling in love, flustered Levi, confessions, legal advisor reader.

Levi starts going to the legal meetings and falls in love with you. He wants to ask you out, but he's not sure how to go about it. So, with the help of the vets, he takes his first journey in love.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

The moment he fell in love with you was like a click in his head. For a while now he'd been coming to meetings that you were in. As you spoke about legal information he was impressed. After thinking about your wonderful brain, he started to notice your looks and how you smiled. Every little thing you did was incredible and cute. He adored how you smiled, laughed, spoke and smelt.

The feelings Levi had for you he was very new to. Love and attraction were not a familiar thing to him, so having these feelings build up was surprising. It was clear to him that he needed to be cautious because one false move with something he wasn't familiar with and he could lose you. He wasn't even certain if you held affection for him, but you seemed to laugh, smile and talk to him a lot more. Plus, you gave him lingering touches.

After one meeting he decided to make a small move, which was to escort you out of the base and back home. He released a long shaky breath as you said bye to the others and walked towards Levi. Levi stammered your name causing you to smile at him.

You hummed a little laugh. "Everything okay?"

He gulped hard. "C-Can I uh...escort y-you home?"

You moved closer to him. "I would like that."

"G-Great."

Erwin waved Levi over. "Levi, a quick word before you go?"

Levi nodded. "Sure."

You smiled. "I'll wait outside for you."

He gave you a tiny smile. "Y-Yes." As soon as you left he hurried over to Erwin, Hange and Mike. "What?"

Erwin placed his hand on Levi's shoulder. "Confidence, Levi. She clearly likes you back. Don't push your own boundaries, okay? If you're not ready to ask her out, don't push yourself."

"Mm, but I want her."

Mike chuckled. "Just go for it. Talk to her on the walk and at the end by her door ask her on a date."

Hange clasped her hands. "Yes! Ask her out on a tea date! You both love tea or you could ask her to go to the local bookstore."

Levi's brows furrowed as he thought about everyone's advice. "Confidence. Ask her out at the end. Recommend tea or a bookstore."

Erwin patted Levi's shoulder. "Perfect. You've got this."

Levi released another long sigh. "I've got this."

Hange leaned closer. "Remember, she likes you. I can tell she does. You've got this."

"I've got this." He clicked his neck and then left the room. He made his way out to see you stood with a little gathering around you. Levi could feel his cheeks burning when he observed them making a big fuss about you. "Tch, oi you lot? Shouldn't you be training?"

Connie saluted. "Captain! Sorry, we just wanted to talk to this lady. We see her here all the time."

Sasha grinned. "She gave me a snack."

Levi huffed. "Don't take snacks from her."

"But."

You walked over to Levi. "It's okay. I don't mind feeding them. I always have snacks on me anyway."

Levi's cheeks burned at how cute you were. "That's always good to have."

"I think so too." You turned to Armin. "I'll come back and we can talk a bit more about law."

Armin bowed to you a little. "Thank you. I look forward to it."

You waved to the small group of 104th cadets. "Bye, all! Lovely to see you."

Connie gasped. "She's the Captain's girlfriend!"

Levi's cheeks went pink at the comment. "L-Let's go."

You hummed a laugh as you walked with Levi. "I'm your girlfriend according to them."

Levi shivered. "A-Ah, yes."

You nibbled your lip. "Sounds rather nice." You moved closer to him. "Being your girlfriend that is."

Levi nodded at your comment. "I-It does."

"So, what do you think?"

He gulped hard as he walked. "Well, uh...I would...I ah..."

You reached over and lightly squeezed his hand. "Sorry if you feel pressured."

"I-I don't, I just...you fluster me."

"I do?"

He gripped your hand stopping you from letting go. "Good kind. I uh...I like you."

You rubbed your thumb against his soft skin. "I like you too."

He slowed down when he saw your home. "I uh...I don't want to get to your house because it means our walk is over."

You hummed. "I don't want to say goodbye either."

He looked into your eyes. "Date."

You stared at Levi and saw him wince. "Date?"

He lowered his head. "I was meant to ask you out in a smoother way. Ah...I want...would you like a date? Tea or a bookshop? Maybe both?"

You leaned closer and kissed his cheek. "How about tomorrow?"

He lightly touched his cheek. "Yes please."

"How about at eleven?"

"Yes. I'll come and pick you up."

You smiled. "Perfect. I can't wait."