aislynn-wiley1999

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hello all!

it has been MONTHS since i’ve updated anything regarding tumblr or my AO3 fics. I started a new job (yes, I am an adult with a masters degree writing wizard smut) and have been uninspired to update lately due to stress and just being busy. I do want to finish the Sebinis fic I have on my AO3, and I still get comments and kudos on all my finished work. very kind, but very guilt inducing due to my lack of effort lol.

here’s my question: what do you do when you are in a slump? I genuinely want to know how you get out of it.

no shameless ao3 plug today because i haven’t updated since like August… but hopefully soon :)

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me: i love slow burns!

also me: i’m gonna write that they kiss in chapter 9, before much has really even happened!

read all about it here :o

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tiktok has been showing me reylo edits again and now i think i have to write a one shot 😮‍💨 anyone have good reylo recs on AO3 while I ponder this idea??

still loyal to harry potter/hogwarts legacy… just thinking about branching out 😪

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read said smut here

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me trying my hardest to explain my fic in a way that isn’t just “sebinis and class divide”

read here on AO3!

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low-key i feel like it IS productive…

read my stuff here on AO3 ;)

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The Iliad’s Mystery

TLDR: Slight Sebinis with comparisons to Achilles and Patroclus.

Warnings: Language, mention of sex, mention of alcohol.

This is chapter 4 of “Chained and Locked”. Read and bookmark here on AO3!

Days quickly slipped into a week, and the freedom bestowed upon Ominis and Sebastian was intoxicating to them. Ominis did not have to face his family alone at dinner times, and Sebastian had free reign to do as he wished in a house with endless means and possibilities. Pure bliss was the only way to describe how the two boys felt.

Their day was simple, and similar, every day. Mornings did not start early, and one or both of the boys always had a lie in bed until late morning. Afternoons were for being lazy, roaming and exploring, reading books for enjoyment, lounging in the gardens. Dinner was always tense, but usually only took up ninety minutes of the day. After dinner, the boys were free to sneak liquor and embrace stupidity. Nothing had been better, and nothing seemed like it could top it.

Sebastian was careful to avoid Marvolo’s gallery room, but he still endured glares from the eldest son at dinner. There was an incident that happened, however, on Sebastian’s seventh day in the home. Ominis, in his true fashion, had gone upstairs to his room to take a nap. Sebastian had removed a book from the library and was currently lounging in the gardens, basking in the sun and soaking up tales of Greek gods and monsters.

His mind became utterly lost in the lives of Achilles and Patroclus, and he couldn’t help but wonder what their bond was really like. Patroclus, like Sebastian, had been exiled from his family. Thus, he clung to Achilles with deep affection. Was Ominis Achilles, then? Achilles was meant to be brutal, Patroclus compassionate. That seemed backwards to Sebastian, him being much more brash than Ominis.

The more he thought about it, the more he became confused. The men loved each other, that much was evident. The death of Patroclus brought Achilles into the deepest despair. But what kind of love was it? Were they like brothers? Friends who, due to the Trojan war, secured a bond so deep that they attached themselves to each other? Or were they lovers? Sebastian suspected as much, the way they were portrayed did hint that their love was as much physical as it was mental.

He felt his cheeks grow hot at this thought. Moments before, he had compared himself to Patroclus and Ominis to Achilles, and now he sits and thinks that the two men in the book had to have had a sexual relationship. Sebastian was not Ominis’ tragic lover, bound to him by tragedy and love.

“That’s a good one.”

Sebastian’s eyes jerk up from his book. Marvolo stands over him, ever so slightly blocking the sun where he stands. Sebastian sits up slightly in his seat, determined to feel bigger despite sitting. “I am enjoying it, yes,” he responds, coolly.

Marvolo grins, wickedly as usual. “They die at the end, don’t they?”

Sebastian’s brows cock up ever so slightly, surprised that Marvolo may have actually read the book. “Patroclus does first. Achilles' death has always been somewhat murky, but he does eventually die I suppose.”

“Achilles was in deep despair after Patroclus died.”

“What a riveting observation, Marvolo.”

The Gaunt grins at this. “You may think me an idiot, but I am far too aware of things that you think are oblivious to the world,” he says, pointedly.

Sebastian sighs. “I know you received Ominis’ letter. I know you hid it, or tossed it, or whatever. You are the reason his parents did not know of my arrival.”

“Very good, Sebastian! It always amazes me when people of lesser stature have excellent critical thinking skills. Of course, small pranks between siblings are probably nothing new,” Marvolo says, clapping his hands together once.

“I wouldn’t call what you’ve done ‘small pranks’.”

This causes Marvolo’s face to twist slightly, his smile falling. “What are you implying?”

Sebastian braces himself, looking straight into Marvolo’s eyes. “I don’t think casting the Cruciatus curse on him is a prank,” he says, his voice seething. He doesn’t even need to say Ominis’ name, Marvolo knows.

“Placing blame on me for my brother’s weakness, are you?” Marvolo sneers. “Tell me Sebastian, why is it you have no family to go home to? My brother advocated for you, for your place in our home, yet he mentions your love of the Dark Arts. You have a sister, yes? What does she think of your interests?”

Sebastian glares, unable to come up with an answer right away. Marvolo can see this, and he knows that he has won the conversation. “I look forward to your family troubles resolving. Until then, try not to meddle with my family too much,” he says, a smug grin accompanying the words.

Marvolo turns and walks away swiftly, clearly pleased with himself. Sebastian feels like an idiot, but he is also angry. As soon as Marvolo is gone, he shuts his book and goes back inside the house, heading up to the third floor and into Ominis’ room.

“Wake up!” he says as soon as the door is shut. Ominis, in his slumber, startles quickly and shoots his upper half away from the mattress.

“Wh- what has happened?” the blonde spits out, confused by the sudden harsh wake-up from Sebastian. Rubbing his cheeks, he tries to understand why his friend sounds so angry with him. “Have I done something?”

Sebastian scoffs at this. “Telling your family that I was no longer welcome in mine because of my ‘love for the Dark Arts’? Yes, Ominis, that is something you have done.”

Ominis is shaking his head, his heart pounding. He has seldom experienced Sebastian being angry towards him. If anything, it was normally the other way around. “That was the only way!”

“The only way for what?”

“The only way I could convince them to let you stay here this summer! They were going to throw you out that night!”

Sebastian shuts his mouth, surprised by this. For a moment, the air hangs thick between them. “Why would they care if I was interested in that stuff?”

Ominis grimaces. “My family thinks that you’re a martyr, that you’re misunderstood. They take pity on people who are like them.”

Like them.

Sebastian wonders if Ominis meant to make the comparison. If he meant to compare his friend to the family that tortured him for years. He tries his best not to take it personally, but he does. “Fuck you, Ominis.”

Ominis frowns. “What the hell did you want me to say? ‘Oh, father and mother, take pity on my friend Sebastian. His sister does not want to see him and he has no living adult family members.’ I’m sure that would have convinced them!” he says, becoming just as angry.

In Ominis’ mind, he has done no wrong. He has only embellished the truth to afford Sebastian a summer of luxury and freedom. But he does not say this, as he does not want to rub his family’s wealth into Sebastian’s face while he is angry with him. “What did you want me to tell them? I panicked, and I wanted you here this summer.”

This softens Sebastian’s mind a bit, so much so that he tries to empathize with Ominis on the issue. Surely Ominis was just doing what he could so that Sebastian could stay here. There was no harm really, other than Marvolo’s taunts. He sighs, feeling guilty all at once for his outburst on his friend.

“My pride has eaten at me since I have arrived,” Sebastian suddenly admits, much to Ominis’ surprise. It’s not an apology, but Ominis almost views it as such.

“What are you feeling prideful about?” Ominis asks, gently and carefully.

Sebastian grimaces, unsure at first on how to say it. “I think I have pride in my upbringing. That, even though I did not come from this wealth, I am still capable and intelligent. Your family, I suspect, thinks otherwise.”

This makes Ominis’ heart ache for his friend. His friend, who is perhaps the most clever and ambitious person he knows, feels small among the likes of someone like Marvolo. “My family doesn’t come close to who you are,” he says softly, almost bashfully. But Ominis means this, the affection he has for his friend runs deeper than his affection for anyone else.

“You flatter me,” Sebastian says, grinning. Thoughts of Achilles and Patroclus swirl in his mind, and he pushes them out just as quickly. Glancing down, he realizes he is still clutching the book. “Do we have to prepare for supper shortly?”

“What time is it?”

“Quarter past six.”

Ominis nods. “Yes, let’s prepare then. My father has noted that he and my mother will be gone tomorrow. I suspect they are calling on some people. Anyways, we won’t have to tiptoe around the house, and you can poke around downstairs if you wish.”

“Anything good down there?”

Ominis smiles. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

This causes Sebastian to laugh, which in turn causes Ominis to do the same. The boys sense an ease between them, whiplashed after their argument only minutes before. But that is so often the case with friends; a push and pull of the love we have.

“Ominis?”

Ominis hums in response, waiting for his friend to speak again. Sebastian opens his mouth, then shuts it, then opens it again. “Have you read the Iliad?”

“Yes, once before. It’s a tragic tale, isn’t it?”

“Did you know that your brother had read it?”

Ominis snorts in response. “I’m surprised Marvolo reads anything at all, to be honest. He is less sharp than a spoon.”

Sebastian smiles. “That was a wicked thing to say, Ominis.”

Ominis frowns, a pout playing on his lips. “You’re not serious, are you? My brother is a lost cause when it comes to intelligence. He’s nothing more than a stupid bully with a fancy way of speaking.”

“Thank Merlin you didn’t turn out like that,” Sebastian says, teasing slightly. “You are smart but speak very simply.”

“Sebastian, I do not!”

The brunette laughs at his friends' annoyance, relishing in the simple moments of sarcasm and teasing words. Sebastian’s mind still draws back to Achilles, to Patroclus, to their friendship. He wonders if the words in the book are somehow being absorbed into his body, if somehow they are plaguing his mind.

Across the room, Ominis is recalling what he knows of the Iliad. He is also remembering the story of Achilles and Patroclus who, in Ominis’ mind, were certainly lovers. And the swirling of names is confusing: Achilles, Sebastian, Patroclus. It causes Ominis to stop laughing, to wonder if his thoughts are wrong.

“I am going to get ready for dinner,” he announces suddenly, standing up from the bed in a rush. Sebastian stared at his friend who, either because he had forgotten or because he did not care, had nothing but underwear on. Ominis’ body, slim and pale, was on display.

“I’ll, um, go then. Get ready in my room,” Sebastian says, stumbling through the bathroom as he speaks. He hears Ominis mutter a response, but doesn’t quite catch what it is. There was no reason for Sebastian to feel unsure about seeing him half-naked, it had happened before. They had shared a room for years, Merlin!

But perhaps it was because Ominis was Achilles, and Sebastian was Patroclus. At least, that is what Sebastian thought when reading the book earlier. And perhaps it’s because Sebastian was unsure of why he felt uneasy when he made the comparison of the two of them to the pair of suspected-lovers.

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this account might slowly become a HL meme account with just occasional updates to my fan fics 😪

anyways read my fics & one shots here on ao3

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I TOTALLY could edit a completed fic but alas, that is no fun at all.

POST HOGWARTS LEGACY SEBINIS FIC WITH SALTBURN LEVEL OBSESSION AND PERVERSION HERE ON AO3!!!

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New Fic Update!

Heavily inspired by Saltburn (2023), “Chained and Locked” is a Sebinis fic involving betrayal, lust, and secrets within the Gaunt Manor.

This is not a happy tale… Think of it as a cross between a Dark Romance and a Thriller.

First chapter can be found here on AO3! As always, bookmark or check back often. I update every 1-2 days :)

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That’s a wrap on my first full-length fan fic!

It’s been roughly four months since I started “Three Headed Serpent” and I can’t believe it’s done!

If you are looking for a COMPLETED Hogwarts Legacy fic involving the shadow trio, an indecisive and impulsive MC, and characters without plot armour, read it here on AO3!

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Possibly an odd question to ask, but how do you guys go about commissioning artists for fanfiction art? As my first story nears towards 2,000 hits (fingers crossed that it hits in 24 hours!) i wanted to do something special for it! Especially now that there is an end in sight and that it will officially end on 38 chapters!

any advice (or self promotion 😉) is welcome! if you want to read the fic, it’s a friends to enemies to lovers Hogwarts Legacy story with mature themes! you can Read It Here on AO3!

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Summary: After feelings come to light, Ominis and Aislynn find themselves unable to pull away and say goodnight for the evening.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, penetration, oral sex, unprotected sex. Both characters are eighteen.

Word Count: 2.5k

Full fic can be found here on AO3!

Ominis and I just stand there, neither of us speaking. I’m so caught off guard by him standing here, that I don’t even know how to react to him. We just stand there, his mouth open in surprise and my eyes wide with shock.

“I was coming to-”

“I didn’t expect-”

We both shut our mouths, wanting the other person to finish speaking. I keep myself silent, wanting him to speak first. Ominis must know this, because he starts to speak again.

“I wanted to see if you were okay,” he says softly, his voice shy and his cheeks red. I nod, then remember to actually speak. “No, I mean, yes I’m fine. I’m okay,” I tell him, trying to assure him as best as I can. Ominis nods, but I continue speaking. “I’m not angry, I just felt embarrassed about my hair, about why I cut it. It all seems so stupid now. Ominis, I’m so sorry.”

“Please,” he says, his voice pleading and full of regret. “I should apologize to you. No part of you is like my family, not a single bit.”

“I could say that about you as well,” I say. His face shifts, his breathing relaxes. “And I am sorry,” I continue, “I shouldn’t have implied that it was your fault. It wasn’t. I think, when I’m angry, I do these stupid and impulsive things. And I don’t want to do that anymore, I want to have a clear head when I make decisions.”

Ominis nods, understanding this. A look that I can’t decipher crosses his face. “Okay, Aislynn. I hold nothing against you, and I don’t want you think I am upset. I was just concerned, and wanted to make sure you were okay before sleeping. So, I’ll let you rest now.”

He stands there for a moment, his soft words and gentle intentions floating in my head. “Goodnight, Aislynn,” he says, turning his body slightly. But I don’t want him to leave. And as I decide in my mind what I will do, there is no impulsiveness. There is only logic, and the desire for something that I have wanted for a long time.

I reach a hand out, wanting to stop him before he turns away. “Ominis,” I whisper softly, just as my hand touches his arm. And as soon as he feels my touch, it’s like a restraint inside him snaps. He turns to me, grabs my face, and presses his lips to mine all in one swift second.

I’m so surprised that a small squeak leaves my lips as he kisses me, but I don’t give myself a second to be embarrassed by this. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers snaking into his hair, and I let him kiss me. I’m so consumed by him, the way his skin feels, the smell of him, how soft his lips are and how they move against my own.

“Can we… get out… of the… hallway?” I say against his lips. He nods, and I back into my room with him still attached to my lips. He shuts the door behind us, and I press myself against the wall by the door. Ominis places one hand on my face, the other on the wall by my head, and continues to move his lips quickly against mine.

When I kissed Sebastian, there had been a want. I wanted to kiss him, but I was not slow to pull away if I needed to. This is entirely different. I need to kiss Ominis, to touch him and to taste him, and I don’t want to stop ever. Now that I’ve kissed him, I don’t think I could ever kiss another person and be satisfied.

His tongue snakes itself into my mouth, and I let a moan out. Gripping his hair, I pull him closer, so close that he’s practically squishing me against the wall. He pulls his lips away for a moment. “Aislynn,” he says, my name coming out like a prayer, a song, a poem. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Say the word and I’ll stop.”

I keep my mouth shut, and I watch as the tiniest glimpse of a smile peeks onto his face. Closing the gap between us, I lunge for his lips again and press myself off of the wall. I steer him towards the bed, our eyes shut as we tangle our tongues and lips. I break away, just long enough to let him sit on the bed, before I climb onto him. My legs straddle his waist, and I brush his hair away from his face, just looking at him for a moment. “I don’t know how often people tell you this Ominis, but you are absolutely beautiful. Like you were carved from marble, or painted by someone long ago.”

He groans as I sink my fingers into his hair. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to keep my composure, Aislynn.”

I smile, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “I promise, I don’t want you to stay composed tonight.”

Ominis lifts his head, his lips meeting mine, and we start again. It’s slower this time, the two of us wanting to savor each other for the first time. His hands move from my shoulders to my back, and I wriggle my hips slightly onto his lap, causing him to groan under me. I move my hand to the collar of his shirt, feeling just enough under it to touch his smooth skin. “I want to touch you,” I whisper, moving my lips to kiss his cheek, his jaw, down to his neck.

“Glad the feeling is mutual,” he says, his mouth open as I nip at him. Pulling back slightly, I yank my sweater over my head before tugging at his shirt. He follows suit, and I am greeted by the sight of his smooth, slender torso. His skin is like porcelain, peppered with small moles in an unorganized fashion. Ominis looks like a god, crafted by angels, who is not meant to be on this Earth.

I pull his hands, allowing them to rest on my bare waist. He skims them up and down my back, before touching the back of my bra. “Can I?” he asks, so gently that it makes me want to say yes to everything he asks for the rest of my life. “Please,” I whisper, attaching my lips to his neck once more.

Once Ominis has unclasped my bra and tossed it aside, the cool air hits my chest and I feel my nipples peak. His hands are still on my back, but I want him to touch me everywhere. Pulling away from his neck, his hands fall to my waist. I grab one and pull it up so that he cups my left breast. He follows with his other hand on my right breast, kneading me gently for a moment before pulling his left hand away and attaching his mouth to my nipple.

I gasp, his tongue making a swirling motion that causes me to grip his hair. I grind my hips, feeling him hard against me, and bite my lip to hold back a moan. “Let me touch you,” I gasp out, my voice breathy. He pulls away from my nipple, a popping sound as he removes his lips. “Not yet, I want to take care of you first,” he whispers, kissing my collarbone gently.

In a swift motion, he rolls me off of him and onto the bed. He props himself on his side, kissing me lazily as his hand traces circles on my stomach, working lower slowly until I am practically wiggling out of my skirt. “Ominis, please,” I beg, my voice whining and unlike how I normally speak. He smiles, helping me to drag my skirt all the way down and off the bed.

“Aislynn, I need you to tell me if I’m doing something wrong, or if you want me to stop,” he says suddenly, his face serious. I reach a hand out to touch his cheek, my thumb stroking him lightly. He’s so, so, so perfect.

Shimmying out of my underwear, I take his hand and place it over my center. “I don’t think there is any way you could touch me that would feel wrong,” I say with a small laugh, grinning at him. He smiles, before lowering himself over me and parting my open with his fingers.

My head falls all the way back on the bed, and I squirm as his hands touch every little bit of me. Memorizing my sex, the spots that cause me to gasp or move, before he does anything calculated. His hands guide him on what to do to me, and when his finger circles my clit and causes me to gasp, he seizes his opportunity and lowers his mouth to where his finger just was.

Pride be damned, by mouth falls open and I moan embarrasingly loud. My hands find Ominis’ head and hair, gripping him as he licks and laps at me. Neither of us are skilled, but he is so enthusiastic and devoted that it doesn’t matter. These loud noises are coming from where he devours me, and I feel every little motion his tongue makes on me. I’m convinced nothing could feel better than this, but then he slips a finger inside me and I cry out.

“Fuck,” he says, pulling his mouth away slightly and adding a second finger. “You feel amazing. You sound amazing, Aislynn.”

I moan at his words, unable to form a real thought in my head as he pumps his fingers into me. He lips find their target again, and I’m squirming and crying out, a coil in me tightening and promising something delicious. “Ominis,” I whine, my legs shaking and my hands yanking at his hair.

“Let me hear everything,” he says, curling his fingers in me as I climb higher to my build. I can see the peak of this, and with one last lick up my center I’m done for. His name, curses, incoherent words, they all tumble off of my lips as I writhe on his fingers and face, cumming so incredibly hard as he still moves his hand.

“Fuck, I- I need, oh god,” I cry out, wriggling away as it becomes too much. But he holds me, his mouth off of me but his hand still moving inside me. I look at him, at the drunken look over his face, at how his lips are glistening. He slows his fingers, but doesn’t stop them. “Please, Ominis.”

He pulls his fingers out of me, gripping both of my thighs and placing a soft kiss on the inside of my right one. “You are perfection,” he says, his words coming out with a groan. Feeling very exposed all of a sudden, I prop myself up on my elbow. “Let me touch you,” I plead, pulling him up so that he is over me. Touching the button on his pants, he nods as I undo them before standing and shuffling out of the. He takes off his last layer, and that’s it. Naked, both of us.

He climbs back over me, and I touch his length, pumping it a few times in my hand. He groans, but places a hand on my arm. “I just want to take you now,” he gasps, practically begging. “Please, Aislynn.”

“Okay,” I breathe out, letting go of him. “But I want to be on top.”

Ominis grins, shifting off of me and onto the mattress. I guide him to the top of the bed so he can sit against the headboard, and I climb into his lap. Placing a small kiss to his lips, I grasp him and line him up with myself before sinking onto him.

We gasp in unison as I lower myself, and I feel so unbelievably full and perfect with him inside of me. Rocking my hips slightly, I test out how to move my body on top of his. He groans under me, one of his hands on my hips as I try my best to move up and down on him. It’s messy, uncoordinated, and we are both not sure what to do.

It’s absolutely perfect.

His lips come forward, kissing my chest and finding one of my nipples before taking it into his mouth as I move on him. “Fuck, Ominis,” I gasp out, and he moans into my chest as I say his name. I’m rocking against him still, unsure of how to move faster, but he takes his mouth away and both of his hands fall to my hips, slowing my pace.

My brows furrow, and I think he wants me to stop. But instead, he snaps his hips up, driving himself into me and causing me to practically curse with a shout. It’s not particularly fast, but it’s deep, so much so that I feel it in the pit of my stomach as he moves in me.

“Please don’t stop,” I gasp out, grabbing his shoulders as he moves into me. He is slow, snapping his hips hard each time he moves. I clench around him and he groans, his hips stuttering. “Aislynn, I’m going to finish soon,” he says into my ear. I push my hips down, meeting his thrusts, and I moan in response. Moving my lips towards his, I kiss him as we continue to move slowly. My mouth opens, feeling myself tighten again. “Ominis,” I say, gasping and falling apart again.

Stars fill my vision once more, and I clench around him, hard. He slows, and I hear him groan. He gives me a few more thrusts up, and then I feel a warmth in me as he groans and says my name over and over again. Collapsing against his chest, he kisses my neck and jaw slowly as I pant against him.

Sliding off of him, I kiss his cheek quickly and get up to go to the washroom. I clean myself off quickly before heading back to where he is in the bed. “Scoot over,” I tell him, and he smiles and shifts on the bed so that I have room to climb in next to him.

He puts his arms around me, and all I can think of is how warm and tired I am. I feel him breathing against my hair, one hand stroking my loose strands. “Was that okay?” he asks, timidly and with so much care that my heart flips inside my chest.

Lifting my head, I press a long slow kiss to his lips. When I pull away, he is smiling. “It was perfect,” I tell him. And I mean it, I do. Messy and inexperienced and perfect. And I let myself rest my head on his chest, no thoughts in my head but a beating heart and a pretty boy with blonde hair.

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As a fanfiction writer, sometimes even I get frustrated with how slow I’ve made my slow burn. BUT with my chapters planned out, I’m so excited for things to heat up in approximately 2-3 chapters!!

Full fic here on AO3!

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I don’t know which author needs to hear this right now but even if you never update your wip i would never regret reading it a time of joy is never wasted

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Are you looking for a Hogwarts Legacy fanfiction where:

- Characters do not have plot armour?

- Angst, jealousy, and hidden feelings are all present?

- The romance is a slow burn full of fleeting glances and brushed hands?

- the MC is angry, tired, severe, and occasionally horny?

- Sebastian and Ominis are RIDDLED with flaws and deeper emotions?

- There is smut (eventually, it IS a slow burn)?

Consider reading Three Headed Serpent here on AO3!

It’s at 47k words right now and I update every 2-3 days :)

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MC: what do you do when your emotional support person isn’t giving you any emotional support?

Sebastian: what do you mean?

MC: look at him! he won’t pay any attention to me and he’s practically sneering at us!

Ominis: *makes a sour face* I know you are talking about me, but kindly fuck off, i’m trying to read.