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Sebastian x MC x Ominis. where Sebastian and MC seduce Ominis?

Seduction - Ominis Gaunt X Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: threesome m/m/f, mentions of poly relationships, biting, neck kisses, blowjob m receiving, facial, cum swallowing

2k words

Ominis had known something was up for a while now. Both of his friends had been spending more time away from him. At first he had assumed that maybe romance had sparked between his friends but the longer it went on the more something felt off. Flashbacks of fifth year plagued him till finally he’d decided to confront them both.

He stepped into the cool stale air of the Undercroft, hushed voices met his ears till the chime of the clock mechanism whirred. Two hushed voices went silent, causing his teeth to clench with concern.

He let his wand guide him, boots echoing off the stone walls as his long legs ate the distance between the entrance and the sitting area of couches they had set up. “What’s going on?”

The two who had been rather chatty only a moment ago so why now had they chosen to go so silent in his presence. He could practically feel them glancing back and forth having some sort of silent conversation that he couldn’t be part of. “None of that talking with your eyes nonsense, I know something has been up. Out with it before I slip veritaserum into both your pumpkin juices.”

The silence was palpable, enough so that they could hear the crackling of the candelabras that hung from the high ceilings above. “No one wants to talk then? Silly, considering only a moment ago you were both so chatty. Have you two been dabbling with dark arts again?”

Sebastian cleared his throat, deciding to be the first one to speak up. “No, Ominis. No dark arts, no spells, no forbidden potions. We’ve erm, just been talking…and it seems we have a bit more in common than we originally thought.”

He could almost hear their female companions' silent pleas to remain silent. “So you’re forming romantic bonds then? That's all? Why all the secrecy lately. You’ve both been so withdrawn and won’t talk around me…are you worried you’ll upset me?”

Sebastian hesitated, the silence so thick with tension it could be cut with a knife. “Not particularly romantic, Ominis. But we ha-“

She quickly interrupted, waving her hands wildly to stop the brunette from speaking. “That’s enough, Sebastian. Say nothing further.”

Ominis’ unseeing eyes locked onto her, he could feel her discomfort, sense the urgency in her voice. He would have commented on it had it not been for Sebastian carefully reaching forward to grip her hand in his. “I told you we should tell him. Let’s just do it now. I know he won’t be upset. Just trust me.”

Ominis furrowed his brows with a mix of curiosity and concern. A sigh fell past her lips and then the tension of the room lifted. “You have to do it then.”

Ominis’ mind went to the worst case scenarios. What mess could they possibly have gotten into to warrant such secrets and heavy tension. But Sebastian seemed to act like it wasn’t serious so he held his tongue. Eager to understand a lick of anything they were saying.

She pulled her hand from Sebastian’s grip and Sebastain adjusted in his seat, turning to face his blind friend. “Ominis. We had…something come up. And for a while now we’ve been talking about it and exploring things. Ideas maybe. Talking things through to see what the best outcome would be.”

Ominis blinked, confusion washed over him like icy ocean waves. Something had to be wrong. But Sebastian was so calm as he spoke. “We haven’t quite reached a decision but we both rested close enough to something. So I’ll give you that version. We erm…both of us…have expressed an interest in you. Something a little more than friendly interest.”

Ominis’ hands dropped to his sides, wand still blinking helpfully, but his mind was less on taking in his surroundings and more on digesting the bombshell Sebastian had dropped. “We have talked a bit about it. And maybe I can’t fully speak for her but…we want you to know that if you choose one and not the other…we understand. O-or if you chose neither. We also understand that too…”

Ominis closed his mouth which had popped open briefly. He swallowed harshly, brain rapidly trying to process what sounded like not one but two love confessions wrapped into one. “W-we briefly talked about if you…maybe also had some feelings and couldn’t choose…we’d be open to try…erm…some sort of arrangement. If it came to that.”

Ominis staggered backwards till he felt the cushion of a chair push into his calves. He sunk down into the couch, brain working overtime to understand what was happening. “W-what?”

Her voice chimed up, softly and a bit unsure, which was almost calming to him, that he wasn’t the only one feeling confused or unsure in this situation. “If you wanted us both. W-we could share you…if you somehow have feelings for both and can’t choose whose to reciprocate…we’d…share.”

His blood went cold and her hand slid into his, her fingers lacing through his own slender ones. She gently tugged him down to sit between the two of them.

He was still as stone till he felt the couch dip as she swung her leg over one of his. She sat on his lap, gentle hand caressing his cheek. She was so close to his face he could feel her warm breath skate across his skin.

He struggled to find the words, his wand hand struggling to find an acceptable place to be when another hand, thicker and more calloused than the one laced with his other, snatched his wand before returning to lace its own fingers between his.

It caught him off guard as a broader body moved, muscular thighs sliding over his open thigh to sit just the way she had. He stuttered, reaching for words. Something, anything he could say to describe his thoughts.

Her soft voice, now heavy with sultry heat he’d never heard from her before ghosted across his ear. “Should we show you a hands on approach to how we feel? Since you can’t seem to find your words?”

Sebastian hummed, leaning in close and letting his lips drag up the side of Ominis’ neck almost so feather light that someone not so in tune to touch might have missed it.

The sensation caused a shiver to surge up his spine. He was left sightless without his wand and without his hands to feel which left him utterly at a disadvantage. “C-could I just have a moment to think? I-I’m overwhelmed is a-ah!”

Ominis yelped when Sebastian’s teeth grazed the sensitive column of his neck. A smacking sound caused Sebastian to release and lift his head, allowing Ominis a moment to process and breath. “…Ow!”

He could sense the glare she was sending to Sebastian from his other thigh. “He asks for a moment and you can’t help but be a mouthy mutt?”

Sebastian rubbed the back of his head, soothing the place where she smacked him. “Oi, not my fault he’s overwhelmed from enjoying it. Just look at him. He’s hard as fuck from just this little bit of teasing.”

Sure enough, Ominis was sporting a tent in his trousers. Heat flooded his cheeks as he realized they were both staring at him slowly falling apart at the seams. The worst part with both of them occupying his limbs he couldn’t hide the sight of his arousal from their visual perusal.

Sebastian licked his lips at the sight of his friend flushed, achingly hard, hair slightly mussed, lips plump from biting them anxiously. The blonde was a right mess and he craved to continue pulling down the prim and proper walls his friend had built.

Sebastian’s mouth was on him again in seconds, this time placing open mouthed kisses over the pale skin. Ominis moaned, causing Sebastian to practically pur in satisfaction.

Ominis flushed deeper, the sound of his best friend’s growl against his neck causing him to twitch impatiently in his pants. In the heat of it, he didn’t really care that they were his friends, he was desperately craving the attention from them both.

He barely managed to hold back a whimper as her mouth met his. Soft plump lips meeting his much thinner ones, inviting him for a gentle yet urgent kiss.

Her free hand landed on his chest, sliding down with a slowness that both excited and terrified him. Heat trailed in those delicate fingers wake as she moved closer and closer to where he threatened to burst from the seams in his trousers.

Sebastian’s lips disconnected from his neck, bringing out a whine from her and Ominis’ kiss. Sebastian chuckled, watching her fingers dance across their lovers stomach till those fingers met the hem of his pants and her lips left his. “Can I touch you here, Ominis?”

Ominis seemed blissed out, cheeks flushed, lips puffy from kissing, cock so hard it strained against the fabric. “Not to be dramatic but…i-if you don’t, I think I might die.”

She chuckled, along with Sebastian, and her fingers tugged at his belt, working quickly to undo it and his button and zipper, relieving some of the strain against him. She rubbed him through the fabric of his underwear, getting a good feel of the bulge that awaited beneath.

She slid off of Ominis’ lap, quickly followed by Sebastian who helped Ominis lift his hips so she could slide his pants down to his ankles, leaving his erection standing proudly in his lap.

Ominis felt exposed in the stale air of the Undercroft but it didn’t last long, as Sebastian placed a hand on either thigh, leaning forward to slide his tongue up the proud shaft of his lover.

Ominis bucked but Sebastian had prepared, belting an arm across his hips to keep them in place. “O-oh fuck, Sebastian…”

Sebastian grinned at his blind lover's eyes, looking down at him. He made direct eye contact with those milky orbs, hoping Ominis would feel it as he dipped his head, mouth enveloping his entire length before coming to a natural bob.

Ominis’ head tipped back, a moan falling past his lips as Sebastian worked his skilled lips and tongue around him. Everything felt so good. He had used his hands to map out his best friend's face before but never could he have imagined those plump lips being so incredible around his cock.

Just as Ominis was getting used to the stimulation he felt a hand come up to tap Sebastian’s hand on his thigh. Sebastian pulled off of him with a resounding pop.

Ominis swallowed thickly as another set of lips wrapped around his length. He felt Sebastian reach up and geather her hair in his hand before reaching up and urging his own hand to grasp the makeshift ponytail.

She hummed around him and the vibrations shot directly to the base of his spine. He gasped and moaned as she twisted her head, using her tongue to lap at every solid inch of him as she bobbed her head.

She wasn’t going as deeply as Sebastian but from what he’d felt, she had a much smaller mouth than the aforementioned. She licked and sucked, it felt so divine that had Seb not still been holding his hips down he would have bucked into her mouth.

Again they traded off, making sure that Ominis never got too used to one mouth on him. The heat and sensations they brought were driving him mad. Not to mention the thought that not one but two people were on their knees in front of him, servicing him with their mouths and doing their best to pleasure him. And pleasure him they did.

On her next turn, Ominis groaned, panting out that he was close. She replaced her mouth with her hand, twisting her wrist on every upstroke to brush her thumb along the sensitive spot below his head that she knew drove him wild.

Both her and Sebastian waited on their knees in front of him. When Sebastian slipped his wand into his hand, Ominis groaned, ‘seeing’ their silhouettes waiting so patiently for him to come undone.

He groaned, bucking his hips into her palm as his climax hit, making a mess on both of their waiting faces. She stroked him till she was sure he was finished and he sat back, panting.

Ominis groaned, ‘seeing’ his lovers face each other and take turns licking his cum from each others faces. Sebastian even bringing a hand up to slide some off her cheek before pushing it into her waiting mouth. “Gods. I can’t imagine not having you both now. Not after that brilliant demonstration.”

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This is so beautiful and heart-wrenching at the same time. Sebastian deserves all our love<3

One Year Later

To celebrate the first anniversary of the release of Hogwarts Legacy on the 10th February, a group of us on Discord decided to create fan work with the theme of One Year Later.

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Tags: NSFW, angst, depression, fluff, smut

7.5k words.

Just before returning to Hogwarts for 6th year, MC decides to pay a visit to the boy who opened her eyes to the darkness and fire of magic.

Darkness had fallen over the Highlands, the faintest strip of colour still clinging to the horizon as MC glided across the countryside on her broom. The late August air still held a lingering warmth, the breeze pleasant against her cheeks as she dipped lower, aiming for the cosy lights of the little hamlet spread out below.

There was a charm to Feldrcroft. Quaint cottages and beautiful scenery combined with the small community of magical folk made for a warm and pleasant feel. However, MC had memories of this place that still made her spine tingle with apprehension. She felt the tightness of anxiety claiming her chest as her booted feet touched down to the ground, the trees and grass that still had their lush, green foliage looked dark and hulking in the swallowing night. 

With her gaze fixed on one cottage in particular, she wondered if the occupant would be pleased to see her. She had not forewarned him, no letter or laid plans to come and see him. She had not thought to arrange it, thinking he wouldn't want her nearby to remind him of events that took place last spring. The time apart over summer break had been the space needed to try and come to terms with it all, but she had come to realise that she had missed him. 

She missed the boy who had urged her feet onto a path that had been dubiously dark but utterly thrilling. She had not looked for such things, and yet they had to come to her. Pain and suffering had come with it, secrets and darkness that still plagued her. But at the end of it all, she had found people who shared magical abilities. Her people. This was where she belonged. 

The pull of Sebastian Sallow had not weakened since parting ways with him at the end of fifth year. Despite everything, she was unable to forget him. His smile, his eyes, the way he would tease her, his intelligence, and yes, his darkness. If anything, it was the troubled streak that split through him that lured her in the most. There was a thrill about it, a curiosity. It kept her on the edge, but it had kept her alive, too. If she was truly honest about it, she had a dark and troubled streak of her own, and it recognised his, called to it even. A kindred spirit as he had once put it.

So, here she was, standing outside of his small, country home with her palm pressed against the aged wood of his door with her heart in her mouth. Thoughts raced through her head, tumbling together to heighten the tension in her chest. Would he shut the door in her face? Would he push her away, hating the reminder that her face would bring to him? Maybe he wasn't alone inside there, and she would be intruding. The thought made her stomach twist with something cold and slippery. 

She didn't turn away, though. It's better now than on September 1st when school was back in. She wanted to see his face. She needed to know how it would be when face to face with him, without the distraction of everyone else. 

Foolish or brave, she lifted her hand from the door, made a fist, and rapped firmly. The knock sounded loud and final in the quiet dark. Her feet twitched in her boots, tingling with the sudden urge to flee. He won't want her here. This was a mistake. 

The seconds stretched as she stared at the door, fixated on the grain in the wood as her ears strained for the sound of movement behind it. She swallowed, clenching and unclenching her hands until the sound of the latch came. The door opened a crack, and the shadow of a figure appeared against a warm, low light. 

Brown eyes peered curiously through the gap, a tumble of wild brunette locks framing a freckled face that had lost its roundness in their two months apart. His cheekbones were more prominent, shadows had darkened under his eyes, and there was a grim set to his jaw that made him look harder, older. 

His hand gripped his wand, aiming it subtly through the gap as his gaze took her in, his mouth parting softly in surprise as his eyebrows lifted. “MC.”

“Hello, Sebastian,” she said, managing a nervous smile. 

His gaze darted behind her, scanning the hamlet quickly before he returned his eyes to her, adjusting his wand slightly. He was on edge, and she was quick to reassure him.

“It's just me,” she said, holding up a hand. “I… I thought I would surprise you. A little visit before school begins again, but I can leave if you would prefer that. I don't want to intrude.” 

He lowered his wand, eyes still a little wary as he opened the door a bit wider. His dark blue shirt was open at the throat, and the sleeves rolled back. He wore no waistcoat, but braces held up his dark trousers, his shoulders broad, and his hips slim. Her eyes devoured the sight of him, catching up on missed time as he pushed a hand through his messy locks and stepped back, pushing the door fully open before gesturing for her to step inside. 

“Not at all, please, come on in,” he said. His gaze also took her in from head to toe, his eyes almost disbelieving as he moved to close the door behind her. “You will have to excuse the mess, I'm afraid. I was not expecting company.” 

She smiled, her eyes taking in the untidy cottage quickly, noting the cosy fire and huge pile of books stacked haphazardly by the chair. 

“I probably should have sent an owl first,” she said, fiddling with the cuffs of her jacket. “I'm sorry. It was an impulsive idea to come.”

“But a welcome one,” he said softly.

Their eyes met, his lips curving softly as warmth slowly entered his eyes. He looked tired, the boyish look of him long gone, torn away by hardships that nobody should have to endure. But, he looked like he had been eating, his clothes were clean. He had not fallen into a pit of darkness as Ominis had feared. 

Sebastian's eyes, now filled with warmth as he looked upon her, were no longer wary, sparkling with that special something that kept her at his side. It was him, still in there, no sign of any eerie glow of forbidden magic, none of the madness or fury that haunted her secret memories. Just Sebastian. 

“It's good to see you,” she whispered. 

His gaze dipped, shadows flitting across his face as pink coloured his cheeks. He fussed with his hair again and cleared his throat. 

“Let me get you something to drink. I have tea if you would like?” He moved towards the kitchen area, looking for clean cups. 

“Tea sounds perfect,” she said. 

….*....

The sound of his own laughter filled his ears, a sound that had become unfamiliar lately, and yet he welcomed it as he gazed across at the girl sitting cross-legged on the rug before his fire. Strands of her hair had slipped from her braid, framing a face that had haunted his thoughts all summer long. 

Fear as chilling as mountain ice had lingered as he imagined her not being able to bear the sight of him. Despite her hug at the end of last term, her goodbye that had stayed with him for days afterwards, he had been convinced that time apart would lead her to abandon him. As the weeks of summer break had passed, he had convinced himself that he had chased her away, that she would glare coldly at him across the classroom when they returned, or worse, she would ignore him completely.

After all, he was a murderer. He had tempted her into darker and more dangerous acts, led her astray, and shamefully coveted her power for his own selfish wants. Who would want to stay near someone like that? 

Even now, sitting here with her in his own home, her laughter warming that ice from the back of his neck, her eyes pulling at him like gravity that kept him grounded on the wooden floorboards. Even now, he could scarcely believe that she had turned up here. Uninvited, but so very welcome. 

They had not mentioned any of the terrible darkness that had torn through them in the spring. She was chatting about lighter things, funny stories, and urging him to smile and laugh with an ease that was stealing his breath. 

He had not realised just how lonely this summer had been until now. How he craved this interaction and connection. He could not stop staring at her, and his cheeks flamed whenever she caught his gaze lingering too long. He could not be inappropriate and chase her away. Not now that she was here and smiling at him. 

A glance at the clock revealed the hours slipping towards lateness. Soon, she would be gone. He counted himself lucky she was still here at all, flicking through the pages of a book as they discussed what might be in store this school year. He didn't want her to go. He had a feeling this new and welcome warmth would leave with her. 

Going back to Hogwarts tugged at the anxiety in his chest. Another year started with no Anne by his side, his friendship with Ominis strained and distant, his heart almost hollow and shadowed at the thought of being always alone. Dare he hope that MC would remain at his side. Was he asking too much of her again? 

Lost in his thoughts, he jumped when he felt her hand on the exposed skin of his forearm, her fingertips grazing softly over the hairs there. He almost shivered under the touch. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt the touch of another person, and he stared at the delicate shape of her hand. 

“Hey, it will be alright, you know,” she said softly. “We will be alright.” 

Slowly, he lifted his eyes to hers, fearing what he would find in their depths as the shadow of memories began to cluster at the edges of his mind. She was trying to hide her own pain, but he could see it. How could he not when he had shared so much of it? Been the cause of some of it?

“I am so sorry,” he said, shaking his head. His throat tightened, and the backs of his eyes burned. “How do you not hate me?” 

Her eyes widened, and she shifted closer towards him on the rug, her hand lifting to grasp his shoulder. “I don't hate you, Sebastian. Not at all.” 

It was hard to hold her gaze. Such beauty and warmth radiated from her face it made him dip his head, his own eyelids closing as staggering memory began to invade. Those lovely eyes had shone with horror, lit with the flash of spells cast to inflict pain and injury. She had watched him bring down his own uncle, murder a member of his own family in a whirlwind of rage and frustration that replayed over and over in his dreams, taunting him. His evil tendencies could have gotten her killed, too. The very thought made him shudder right there beside the fire. 

Shame coloured his cheeks, his flesh burning with it as guilt clawed at his insides. 

She should go. She deserved better. What kind of friend was he to her? The worst kind, that's what. 

“I wouldn't blame you if you did,” he rasped, pushing his hand through his hair, his fingers gripping at the tumbled strands. “I've done some terrible things.”

“As have I,” she said firmly. Her hand cupped his jaw, and he met her gaze, her fingers cool against his flushed skin. He swallowed hard. Her face was so close, so close it made his heart thunder. “We both did awful things, and it's impossible to change that now. But, we also did good things. We helped people, too. And we kept each other alive when it came down to it. You kept me alive with your tutoring and help. I could never regret that, Sebastian. I wouldn't be here if I did.” 

He stared at her, licking his lips and blinking as a tear slipped free from the corner of his eye. “Why did you come?” 

Her eyes, glittering with unshed tears of her own, were deep pools of warmth. He thought he could lose himself and drown in her eyes. He had found them fascinating from day one, felt such a thrill when they would seek him out across the classroom. He couldn't help but stare into them now, wanting to believe with his whole soul that she wasn't going to leave him.

“I missed you,” she whispered, her thumb sliding against the skin of his cheek. She blushed, blinking back her tears. “I wanted to see you before returning to school. Before everything, and everyone became a distraction. Nobody else will ever understand what happened, only you. I just… I needed to see you, I needed to know that you were alright, that we were alright. Does that make sense?” 

He nodded. “I missed you, too.” 

Her arms encased him, and he found himself held against her, his face pressed against her chest as her chin came to rest on the top of his head. Her scent filled his nose, soft floral elements and apples, and he inhaled deeply, his mind spinning as her hands slid through his hair and down his back. He shivered, closing his eyes against the ache of tears. 

“It will be alright,” she whispered again. 

He couldn't stop it. It was like a dam being released. Scalding tears leaked from his eyes and slid wildly down his cheeks, soaking into the softness of her blouse and darkening the fabric. He sucked in a stuttering breath, his fingers clutching at her blouse against her back and wincing as a hoarse sob escaped his mouth. 

“Fuck,” he said, his voice thick and strangled as he thought to pull away, but her arms only held him tighter. 

She was so temptingly soft, so warm, and yet the solidity of her body held against his felt like a life raft in a tossing sea. The fight seeped from him as her warmth began to spread through him. He shamelessly clung to her as sob after sob tore from his throat, and his tears soaked her blouse. She soothed him, held him, her hands gently roaming over him in a touch that he could feel deep in his bones. 

How was he ever going to be able to release his grip on her? To let go would be like being cast adrift. It was terrifying, and he thought he might never be able to breathe properly ever again. He wanted her to stay right here and never leave. No, he needed her to stay. 

“I will, don't worry. I can stay as long as you need,” she said, stroking his hair with gentle fingers. 

Had he said that out loud?

He stilled, fighting to get control of his emotions as her words slowly began to sink through his mind. He swiped a hand over his face and lifted his head to look at her. He saw the flicker of pain, her sadness, and a flash of pity as she stared at him. He must look like an awful sight, red eyed and pathetic, a sad little boy. 

Her fingers ghosted over his face, gently wiping away his tears. His skin craved her touch, and he yearned for it, already missing the warmth of her chest against his face where her heart had thudded so reassuringly near his ear. 

“You'll really stay?” His voice was raw and utterly vulnerable, and he felt so very exposed.

There was no judgement in her eyes as she nodded. “Of course.” 

….*....

It was quiet. So very quiet. The soft sounds of Sebastian's sleeping breaths on the other side of the curtain should have soothed her, but she lay on her back and stared up through the darkness waiting for sleep to come and claim her.

He had made up the bed with clean sheets, his eyes drawn to her constantly as he gave her a shirt to sleep in and tidied up before bed, almost as though he feared she would disappear. Her blouse hung on the dressing screen, the fabric soaked from his tears. Oh, how her heart had broken to hear him like that, the sharp pull of his grip on her clothes revealing the pain he held tight within himself. 

Her own torment had risen up and stuck in her throat as she had comforted him. 

She should have come sooner. She shouldn't have left him alone so long. 

The strange creaks and groans of an unfamiliar house had her wide awake, her thoughts spinning over the last year. She turned her head towards the faded curtain that separated her from Sebastian and realised that in a few days, she would have known him a full year. 

Her life had changed since last September. 

From a well-behaved, decent girl to an ancient magic wielding witch who could deliver death with a flick of her wrist. Here she was, laying in a bed wearing nothing but a man's shirt and her underwear, that same man sleeping in the next bed over with nothing but a flimsy curtain to separate them. Unchaperoned and barely dressed, she thought of the expanse of Sebastian's naked back she had glimpsed when he had readied for bed. He had freckles everywhere, the sight of his shifting muscles bringing a rising heat to her skin as she had skipped her eyes guiltily away. 

The matron of the children's home would have taken the belt to her legs for daring to be so brazen, and yet she stared at the curtain beside her and wished that she could see through it. 

Blushing furiously at the thought of Sebastian's bare skin, she turned in the bed to face the stone wall, her breaths quick and uneven as a fierce ache gathered between her thighs. She squirmed and closed her eyes, trying to think of anything else but him, but his scent was everywhere, and she could still remember the hard heat of his body as she had held him earlier on.

Fighting the fire in her blood and the dark memories in her head, she fell into a fitful sleep, tossing and turning until she was twisted in the sheets. 

Movement woke her, and she blinked against morning sunlight streaming around the thin curtain, taking a moment to remember where she was. Her hair was tumbled about her face, and she reached to brush strands aside, her heart leaping behind her ribs as Sebastian peered around the curtain with a cheeky smile. 

“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said, his eyes drawn to her bare legs that hung out from the twisted sheets. 

Blushing, she tugged the blanket over them, drawing them up closer towards her as that glowing heat in her abdomen nudged awake. 

“Morning,” she mumbled. 

Sebastian held out a steaming cup. “I thought you might like a cup of tea. I'm going to make you breakfast as well. It's the least I can do after you put up with me blubbering all over you last night.”

MC sat up, noting the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks as she arranged the blankets respectfully over her waist. She smiled and held her hand out for the tea. 

“That is very sweet of you, Seb,” she said, taking the cup from him. He was dressed in clean clothes, the fresh scent of soap wafting from his skin. Her gaze lingered over him, and she found herself patting the side of the bed. Fuck propriety. “Sit with me for a moment.” 

His eyes widened slightly, but he sat, turning to face her as she wrapped her hands around her cup. “Everything alright?” 

She smiled. “Let's do something today, something fun. Maybe you could take me exploring around your old childhood haunts. What do you think?” 

A smile twitched his lips, and he fluffed his hair. “There are chores to be done,” he said ruefully. “The wood doesn't chop itself, you know.”

She laughed and gave him a look that suggested she wasn't buying it. They both knew that a simple charm would have the axe swinging all by itself. He grinned at her as she sipped her tea. 

“It doesn't hurt to do things by hand sometimes. It's grounding. It reminds us that we are human after all,” he said. He huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Merlin, I sound like my parents. How very boring.” 

“Then I will help you around the house, we can pack a lunch, and then we can go exploring. Is that grounding enough for you, Mr Sallow?” 

He bit his lower lip, the old sparkle she loved appearing in his eyes. “You've got yourself a deal.” 

….*....

With the fresh sea breeze tugging at his hair and filling his lungs, Sebastian felt the foggy, dull ache around his eyes begin to recede. His eyes still felt scratchy and his throat raw after his emotional outburst yesterday, and he couldn't help but feel rather foolish for doing it in front of MC like that, but looking at her now as she searched for sea shells in the sand, he couldn't help but feel some of the heaviness lift from his shoulders and chest. 

The breeze played with her hair, her blouse rippling with it as she picked up a shell with a smile on her lips. She looked like one of those angels painted in muggle murals, the sun glinting off her hair, her cheeks delicately pink from the late summer warmth of it. 

It was so very hard not to stare at her. His gaze was drawn to her, and his whole body pulled towards her gravity, completely caught in her orbit. It stole his breath a little and made his head spin in a dizzying but delightful way. It was one thing to appreciate a pretty girl, but it was quite another to be utterly smitten with one. And he was becoming surer by the moment that he was smitten with her. 

Like the sun peeking through the darkest storm clouds, she had appeared on his doorstep and thrown back the shadows. She had danced in the same darkness as him, held his painful secrets alongside her own, and yet she had come back to him. It was more than he deserved. 

Spotting the delicate curve of a shell in the sand, he took out his wand and summoned it, letting it hover slowly over towards MC. The shell was perfectly intact, soft pink, and white curling into a graceful shape. MC’s eyes brightened as it appeared before her, those heavenly eyes swinging his way with a smile as she held out her palm. With careful precision, he let the shell sit in the cup of her hand, his gaze soft as her fingers turned it over to examine it. 

“It's beautiful!” She exclaimed as she held it up. 

He smiled, slipping his wand into his pocket as he began to walk closer towards her, his boots sinking into the soft sand. “Very beautiful,” he agreed, but he wasn't looking at the shell.  

Her eyes lifted to meet him as he approached, daring to stand rather close so he could get a closer look at her eyes. The breeze blew strands of hair across her face, and they both lifted their hands to tuck them back, their fingers grazing against each other. 

His heart thundered under his ribs at his boldness, his cheeks warming as she stared up at him, and he made to pull his hand away from her hair, but she caught his wrist to stop him. The rapid fire of his pulse made it hard to breathe as her hand slid up to link her fingers with his, their gazes locked on each other as though there was nothing else in the world to look upon. He realised that, even though he was partly terrified of what this might mean, he could quite happily stand and stare at her all day. Forever, in fact. 

She stood on tiptoes, leaning forward as she held his hand tightly, the soft sigh of her breath ghosting across his cheek before her lips pressed against the skin there in a quick kiss. 

He thought his lungs might burst and burn if he held his breath any longer, her eyes now so close he could definitely drown in them. 

“You should smile like that more often, Sebastian,” she said softly. “You have the most lovely smile, quite handsome, in fact.” 

Before she could even think about pulling away, removing herself from this perfect moment, his other hand caught her face in a gentle grip, his thumb sliding along the divine softness of her skin as he lowered his mouth to hers. It was the merest brush of lips, a soft taste in return for the one she had placed on his cheek, the tingle of it still there, along with the desire to feel more. 

“I shall save those smiles just for you,” he promised. 

He kept hold of her hand. Even when they left the beach and headed along the road back towards Feldcroft, their fingers remained laced together. She was a perfect fit, as though her hand had been made to be held by him, and it kept the shadows at bay. His own little ray of sunlight. 

….*....

After a long day of chores and wandering around in the sun, MC had been tired, her muscles aching pleasantly as she sat and ate a simple dinner with Sebastian. It hadn't taken much persuading for her to stay at the cottage another night. With only one day left until the start of term, she would have to fetch her things for returning to school, and yet here she lingered.

A second night of laying in the bed, staring up at the wooden rafters of Sebastian's house as he lay sleeping on the other side of the curtain. This time, her thoughts were on the way he had kissed her on the beach, his lips soft and warm, the touch of them delicate and tempting. There had been a fire in his gaze that called to her. Unspoken glimmers of something that felt like she was balancing on the edge of a discovery. 

He had not tried to kiss her again, but he had held her hand, his fingers grazing against her waist or her shoulder as they had prepared dinner. How many lingering looks would it take before he kissed her again? Did she dare steal a real kiss for herself? 

The very thought made her heart flutter, and her insides flare with aching flame. 

Burying her face into the soft feather pillow, she inhaled deeply and was reminded that Sebastian's scent was everywhere. He was everywhere, burying deeply into her soul until she wasn't sure where she ended and he began. She had not thought her heart could have been stolen so soon. At sixteen, she was fairly innocent in such matters, but there was something very powerful and almost frightening about the intensity with which she felt attached to Sebastian. 

Perhaps it was the trauma, the darkness of their secrets, and the power of being held in the grip of the fallout of them. Like her, he was alone in the world, and they had gravitated towards each other. His eyes had the power to weave threads around her that drew her in tighter and tighter with each lingering glance, the dark glimmer of such gazes a lure more powerful than magic. 

It's why she was here in the first place, was it not? Despite the real concern of how he had been faring, she had longed to be close to him again. 

Drifting on the tide these thoughts were carrying her on, she didn't hear the whimpers at first, the jerking shuffles of Sebastian shifting around on his bed. The sounds of distress began to filter through to her, and she sat up, tilting her head as she gazed at the thin curtain between them. 

Frowning slightly as a distressed groan sounded through the dark of the cottage, MC slipped from the bed sheets and stepped barefoot across the boards to peer around the curtain. 

Sebastian was indeed shuddering beneath his bed covers, pale moonlight filtering through a high window, illuminating him in a ghostly glow. 

“Sebastian?” She whispered, watching him twitch and whimper. 

He didn't answer. His eyes were closed, but moving rapidly beneath his lids, and as she stepped even closer towards him, she could see beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. He was dreaming, and it wasn't a good dream either by the looks of it. 

She bit her lip, sadness clouding her face as she stared down at him, knowing too well the kind of horrors that pulled you down in your sleep from her own night terrors. Worried about startling him, she hesitated before touching him, her hand trembling a little as it hovered above his shoulder. 

Then, he yelled, a shocking, harsh scream that ripped out of his mouth. MC gasped but didn't move her hand quickly enough. When he sat bolt upright in the bed, her hand hit his face, and he was lightning fast as he grabbed her. One hand clamping about her wrist, the other reaching up to fist into the front of the shirt she wore. 

He was like a cornered cat, hissing and frighteningly strong as he shook her, dragging her bodily forward before flipping her onto her back against the mattress. She yelped, her hair fanning out across the twisted sheets as he loomed above her, pinning her to the bed with an iron grip.

She stared up at his flushed face, his eyes wild and unseeing in the pale moonlight. 

“It's me!” She cried, her hands grasping at his bare arms, his muscles rigid under her touch. “Seb, it's me, please.” 

Breathing hard, he stared, his mouth a harsh grimace, his teeth bared as he gripped her. A sharp flash of fear shot through her, realising that he could hurt her if he wanted to, and her wand was beside her bed behind the curtain. She kept still, her own chest heaving with panicked breaths. 

“Sebastian,” she whispered. 

He became eerily still, his eyes subtly widening as he stared at her, really looking at her pinned beneath him. Her pulse was racing, throbbing in her ears, as he slowly came around to the reality of the situation. 

His gaze travelled over her face, moving down to where his hand had fisted the fabric of her shirt, gathering it tightly just below her collar bone. Her arm was pinned up behind her head, his fingers gripping so tightly at her wrist that she could feel her hand tingling from lack of blood flow. 

As a result of the struggle, her shirt was twisted up around her ribcage, exposing her waist and hips, his lower body pinning her to the bed in a rather compromising position. He wore nothing but a pair of undershorts, their bare legs exposed, his knees anchored against the bed. 

“What… how did you… MC,” he stuttered, confusion creasing his brow. He let go of her immediately, straightening up onto his knees as he pushed both hands through his hair with a groan of distress. “Did I hurt you?” 

His voice was strained, a pained wince on his face as he risked another look at her. He pressed his hands to his cheeks as his gaze roamed over her exposed flesh. “Oh fuck,” he whispered. 

MC hadn't moved, her arm still angled up above her head, her other hand hanging limp off the side of the bed as she fought to calm her breathing. “I'm alright,” she murmured. 

Sebastian shook his head, closing his eyes tightly as he moaned. “Oh gods, I'm so sorry.” 

He shifted his weight off her, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. MC sat up slowly, rubbing her wrist as her gaze lingered over the moonlight reflecting off the skin of his naked back. Her fear faded, her lungs relaxing as she watched him. He wouldn't hurt her, not on purpose. She held onto that thought.  

“It's alright,” she said quietly, slowly reaching for him. Her fingers trembled as she touched them against his shoulder blade, his muscles tensing slightly as she smoothed her hand along towards the back of his neck. “I'm okay. You're okay. You didn't hurt me.”

“But I could have,” he said, his voice cracking. He turned his head to look at her, his expression so raw and open it stole her breath. “I could have hurt you. I'd never forgive myself if…” He gulped, raking his fingers through his hair again as he shook his head. “What were you doing out of bed?” 

“I came to check on you,” she said, stroking her hand over the flesh of his back in soothing movements. “You were dreaming. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

“I'm not sure I will ever be okay,” he said, his voice so lost and empty as he stared at the floor. “These thoughts in my head, I know I'm not supposed to feel them, but they always find me in the quiet of night. I try to fight them away, but I’m scared that one night they might get the better of me, that I will get what I deserve.” 

Her eyes burned, and she bit her lip, her chest tightening at the sheer depth of sadness in his tone. He looked defeated, shrunken, and nothing like the boy who had faced her in their first ever duel in Defence Against the Dark Arts on her first day at Hogwarts. 

“No,” she said firmly, shuffling closer to wrap her arms around him from behind. “That is not going to be your fate.” 

She pressed her face against the flushed skin of his back, smooth and warm against her nose. Her hands snaked around to press against his chest, a slight smattering of hair there tickling her fingertips. She held him tight, imagining all of her body heat and strength of affection for him flowing into him as she did so. She hoped that he could feel it. 

“You are going to be just fine, Sebastian. I will make sure of it.” 

“I'm not sure I deserve it,” he whispered. 

Her heart clenched, and she shook her head. No. He couldn't give up. If he gave up, then she would struggle to keep her own head above the drowning waters of everything that had happened. Together. Together, they could fight it and win, just like they always did.

Her lips pressed against his heated skin, and once she started, she couldn't stop. She needed to show him. He was wanted. He was loved. He did deserve it.  

She kissed up his spine towards his neck, moving to spread more affection with her mouth along his freckled shoulder. She felt the shift in his breathing, the subtle flex of his muscles as she moved back towards his neck and pressed kisses under his ear. 

Her name whispered through his lips, and his hands slid over hers at his chest, their fingers interlocking as he held them tight and close near his thudding heart. 

“Don't give up on me,” she pleaded. “You've got this. Sebastian Sallow never backs down from a fight, remember? And this is a fight. You have to win. Do it for me, do it for Anne, but most of all, do it for yourself.” 

This time, when he pinned her to the bed, she welcomed it, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss so demanding that it stole her breath in the best possible way. Arching her back in a delicate curve, his hands roamed over her waist, sliding up underneath her back to grasp the back of her neck as his hips rocked achingly against hers. 

It was exhilarating to feel his hands against her bare flesh, the shirt riding up to expose the tender peaks of her breasts. He moaned, his mouth moving from her neck to draw one hardening nipple between his lips, his tongue sliding hotly over it in a teasing swipe. 

She had never been kissed or touched like this before, but she wasn't scared at all, not even a flutter of nerves as his hand skimmed her hip, reaching under to squeeze longingly at the curve of her behind. 

“Stop me,” he panted, his tongue swirling against her breastbone. His hand moulded her backside, his fingers brushing underneath in a devastating caress that made her mouth open in a gasp. Heat flared dangerously. 

“No,” she whined, her hand fisting into the softness of his hair. 

His groan was feral, his mouth starved as he drew her flesh into a sharp suck that left her marked, his fingers swiping deeper under the curve of her backside against damp heat. She moaned in response, her legs widening shamelessly to welcome him. 

“Fuck, you shouldn’t make noises like that. I'm not going to be able to stop,” he said, his hips rocking against her, the nudge of his arousal widening her eyes as a shock of excitement blistered through her blood. 

Heart hammering and her breathing ragged, she tilted her pelvis, her body curious and on fire as she rubbed herself against him. He sucked air through his gritted teeth and released it as a groan, his forehead pressed between her breasts. 

“MC…” He warned, lifting his head to look at her. The blazing heat in his eyes sent another thrill through her. 

Heart in her mouth, but her head determined. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him closer, and he closed his eyes with a soft moan. He caught his lower lip with his teeth, his hips rolling against her in a slow, seductive movement that had her utterly lost. 

“Are you sure about this?” He asked breathlessly. “There's no going back from it. I don't want to take advantage of you.” 

“You're not,” she said, shaking her head. “I choose you.” 

The look in his eyes almost had her in tears, the stunned softness that made him go still, his hand caressing her face before he kissed her, slowly and thoroughly. 

It was more than just answering the burn of lust that fired their blood. Each caress, each press of lips, was an affirmation of their need to feel connected. The heat of skin against skin was soothing and arousing at once, what little clothing that formed barriers was discarded swiftly and without care, their sole focus to answer the plea in each other’s eyes. 

It was new and thrilling, each fumbled touch as they explored and discovered opened up new possibilities. The erotic and intimate nature of Sebastian's fingers delving deep into her core drew low moans from her mouth. Her body opened to receive him, her heart racing and her thoughts eager to learn the feel of being joined completely with him. 

The solemn lectures delivered by her matron at the children's home drifted through her mind, snippets about carnal sin and the proper way to behave. As her hands explored the lines of Sebastian's body, she couldn't fathom why anyone should deny themselves this intimacy. 

How could this be so terrible and wrong? The way Sebastian was looking at her, the worship he gave with hands and mouth, it made her feel alive. The bonds that had formed between them strengthened, sharpening to a burning point in her chest as he finally claimed her for his own. The stinging stretch as he filled her made her bite her lip, her fingers digging into his flesh as he began to move, his own moans of pleasure filling her ears. 

This was where she was meant to be. This was no sin. This was home.

Pressing his forehead to hers, their combined breaths mere heated gasps as their bodies found a rhythm together, MC stared into the deep, dark pools of his eyes. Lost in his shadows, utterly claimed by them as the tendrils of black curled around her essence and sealed their fate. 

“You're mine,” he breathed into her mouth, pushing even deeper into her, his grip tightening. “I'm never going to let you go.” 

“And you're mine,” she said firmly. 

His thrusts stuttered, soft sounds falling from his lips as he suddenly withdrew, the slick heat of his arousal rubbing lazily against the inside of her thigh before he came, spilling thick pools of release against her trembling flesh. She glanced down, curious and flushed as it dripped slowly to the bed sheets, his cock still firm and slick from their lust. 

Their bodies couldn't be any closer, arms and legs entwined as their flesh cooled and their breathing began to regulate. With her face pressed close to his skin, she could breathe him in, every lung full was a soothing comfort enhanced by the soft caresses of his hands. 

He was hers, and she was his. Together, they would dance with their shadows, and together they would defeat them. 

….*....

The soft glow of lamps lit up Central Hall in Hogwarts, a few Prefects were chatting in the corner and not really paying attention to the girl leaning on the balcony above them, her eyes lingering over the fountain before fixing on her destination. The library door. 

MC felt her lips curve upwards in a fond smile as she remembered arriving on this very balcony exactly a year ago, her stomach a bundle of nerves as she met the curious Slytherin boy who had no concerns about breaking school rules. She had been the new girl, desperate to impress, and yet, even then, so soon after meeting Sebastian, he had easily led her astray. 

Footsteps sounded behind her on the stairs and she turned to look over her shoulder, her smile widening at the sight of said Slytherin approaching. His gaze was curious, eyes twinkling with familiar mischief as he came right up close to her and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. 

“There you are,” he said quietly. “And what brings us here at this time of night, sweetheart?” 

MC smoothed her hands down the front of his waistcoat, her eyes playful as she looked up at him. “Do you know it's exactly one year, to the day, that you smuggled me into the library so I could snoop in the Restricted Section? I think it was the first bit of rule breaking you taught me.” 

“Is that so?” He arched an eyebrow and glanced over the balcony rail. “A whole year of teaching you how to break rules. How naughty of me. So, are you up for a little more rule breaking, then? Is that why we are here?” 

She nodded, eyes gleaming. “I thought we could sneak back down there, for old times sake, have a nose around. I have it on good authority that there are even some rather naughty books to be found if we look in the right place.” 

“Naughty books?” His smirk was positively devilish. “Do you even have to ask? Count me in.” 

Tugging her closer and kissing her again, his hand clasped hers. His handsome smile combined with the wicked gleam in his gaze was enough to send her tummy into a riot of butterflies as they pulled out their wands. With a cheeky wink, Sebastian cast his Disillusionment charm and he vanished, his faintly flickering outline tugging her towards the stairs as she cast her own charm. 

This time last year she had been shaking with nerves, her palms sweating as they outwitted old Scribner. This year, her pulse flew with anticipation as they made it through the iron gates and hurried down into the Restricted Section. The element of risk added to the excitement of being alone with Sebastian, and it wasn't long before she found herself pressed into a dark corner, his mouth on her skin and his hand under her blouse. 

Their shadows hung in the background, the darkness always there waiting for them, memories coming out to play when they least expected it. But, they had each other. They chased down the shadows with the warmth of their smiles and the heat of their embraces. 

With Sebastian at her side, she felt unstoppable, truly alive, and ready to face whatever came next. She doubted that life would ever become boring. Not with him. 

After all, they did love dark, restricted places, and they both couldn't back down from a challenge. Even when that challenge was each other. 

[beneaththeschool]

I love this sooooo much!! It is such a cute idea!

The Greatest Heist of All. . .

(How they react to your pet - Slytherin Boys x Reader)

Plot; Niffler inspired crackfics

Pairings; Sebastian Sallow x Reader (Romantic), Ominis Gaunt x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; jealousy, coarse language, floofity fluff

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Sebastian Sallow

When Sebastian first laid eyes on that Niffler, he knew trouble would start. In rescuing creatures, you had come to love many of them, but none more than those greedy little—

The brunette fumed at the thought of them. Those cute little beady eyes had won you over that day you'd both gone walking in the woods for a picnic date. That's when you'd stumbled upon a den of Nifflers.

Of course, most ran away. But, one remained. One annoying little—

Unafraid and curious, the little creature had sniffled and shuffled closer to you both.

"Mind your pockets", Sebastian commented, your hand waving to dismiss his words without a care.

"Look at you!!", you'd cooed at the little one, your boyfriend hardly sharing your enthusiasm on the creature.

You admired the blue fur on his back, reaching keenly to pet the cheeky little thing before it practically clambered onto your lap and into your arms. Sebastian's eyes rolled as your arms engulfed the Niffler, stroking your hands along his smooth hairs.

Attention went from your date to your uninvited guest, and after some time, Sebastian grew impatient and perhaps, a bit jealous as well?

"Alright, great. You've pet it. Now, can we go?", he huffed, raising a brow.

You pouted up at your boyfriend, the Niffler eagerly accepting your affections, "I don't want to just leave him here".

"He's a wild animal", the brunette reasoned. "He has a family. He'll be fine". But, the Niffler also seemed to share your resolve, not wishing to leave your kind embrace.

"I think— I want to keep him".

Oh God. Oh no—

"Nifflers are little thieves!", Sebastian insisted. "Who wants a pet that could rob you blind??".

Kneeling by your side, your freckled partner laid a gentle hand on your back before sliding it down to hold your spare hand in his attempt to coax you away.

The Niffler saw Sebastian's possessive behaviour and recognised it as a similar behaviour to those of his own kind. Could it be that you were valuable? Not gold, but a treasure as yourself?? This would be his biggest win yet, if that were so.

Sebastian's brown hues drifted to the Niffler, whose attitude had become a bit more insistent. The creature's eyes met his own and without breaking contact, deliberately snuggled into your chest, even daring to lay a possessive paw by your shoulder as if to say, mine.

Oh, it was on.

In the weeks that followed, things grew worse.

Every time there was even a mention of Sebastian, your Niffler saw fit to jump into your lap or arms to draw your attention.

Sebastian was at breaking point. Each time he spoke with you, there was that miscreant stirring him up. He'd even taken to insisting that the thing was evil, to your amusement.

Once or twice, the brunette even went as far as to mouth, "I'm watching you!", from over your shoulder, making the signal with his hands when you weren't looking.

It was unbelievable. A Niffler participating in some form of torturous psychological warfare. And Sebastian wouldn't let him win. You were his.

Then, your owl came and the existential dread continued.

Sebastian,

Would you be so kind as to babysit my Niffler? You'd be doing me a HUGE favour, as I'm away for most of the day on Saturday and he'll be left with no supervision and company.

Love always,

(Y/n) ♡

Bloody thing can starve, was his first thought, finally inwardly relenting when he thought of the consequences. You'd hate him forever if he did that.

So, it was off to your home he'd have to go.

"You boys behave while I'm gone", you'd teasingly instructed with a pointed finger and Sebastian played it off with a forced smile.

"Don't rush", he shrugged, making sure to pull you into the most passionate kiss he could offer, hoping the Niffler would weep on the inside.

"Sebastian", you giggled against his lips, almost tempted to stay for a more intimate moment were it not for your plans. "I am coming back".

His forehead leant on your own, the Niffler forgotten whilst his hands drew imaginary patterns on your waist. "I'll be waiting with bated breath", the brunette whispered, pressing another kiss to the tip of your nose. "I love you".

"I love you too", you sighed, allowing only one more peck on the lips before your parting.

Until the Niffler scuttled to you, pulling on the fabric of your blouse from where he sat on a table. "Oh, Darling", you fawned, Sebastian resisting the urge to hurl. "I'd nearly forgotten you!!". Lifting the creature, you kissed the top of his head. "Mama will be back soon, okay? Behave for your Dad".

Oh, God. He really was going to be sick.

Giving a final wave of your hand, you were off and away, Sebastian's unimpressed glower falling onto the Niffler beside him. "I am not your Dad".

The Niffler seemed to chatter, something akin to mischievous laughter. And I'm not going to behave.

Some of the most horrible hours of Sebastian's life came to follow.

It was one incident after the other, resulting in a few smashed vases and a bruised ego for Sebastian.

"That's it!", he finally snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at the little creature. "I've had it!! Whatever, it is!!".

As if scolding a child, Sebastian continued, "(Y/n) may think you're adorable, but I know the truth, you conniving thief! You might have fooled her, but you don't fool me!! And if you think for one second that—".

"Sebastian?".

His face paled, hearing the voice of his love and the Niffler took his chance. The mischievous creature began to sniffle, as if it were crying, before faking a limp whilst walking to you.

"What happened??", you cried out, spying the shards of a broken vase by the bench, still not cleaned up because of one little Niffler. Your attention instantly diverted to your pet, seemingly in hurt. "What did you do, Sebastian?!".

"What did I do??", he repeated incredulously. "I didn't do anything to him! It was that damn creature running amok!!".

All the while, you were focused on the aforementioned miscreant, feeding into his lies and infuriating Sebastian further.

"He's evil, (Y/n)! That thing needs to go!!".

"That 'thing', is Jeffrey!", you shot back.

"Oh?? So, it has a name now??".

Your eyes bore into the brunette's, searching his darker hues in silent scrutiny for a moment before you spoke again.

"You're jealous".

Those words made him stiffen, silencing any comebacks he'd bottled inside.

"That's ridiculous", Sebastian offered, too weak to be an argument.

"You are!", your mouth fell open, drawing your boyfriend's brows together.

"I am not jealous!".

"By Merlin", you gasped, trying to restrain any laughter threatening to spill out. "You're jealous. Of a Niffler?? ".

"He gets in the way!", Sebastian yelled, harsher than intended. "You're always giving him your attention, I hardly get it anymore! He's also consciously trying to steal you from me, for whatever reason!".

"Steal me?", your brow rose, a few giggles slipping out before your expression softened. Your eyes shifted to Jeffrey, noting that he was uncharacteristically fine for a creature so 'hurt' and you stroked over his fur, placing him aside. "You'll be fine".

The Niffler watched as you approached Sebastian, bringing him into an embrace. Your fingers combed through the soft waves of his hair and down to the nape of his neck, allowing him to melt in your arms.

"Sebastian", you sighed, shaking your head only slightly. "You're right. My attention from you has been divided. And while Jeffrey's behaviour was far from innocent—". You pulled back, running your fingertips over his face, encouraging his eyes to meet yours. "— I will never be stolen away from you. No Human or Niffler can steal me from the one who matters most to me. There's only one Sebastian Sallow. And that's rarer than any treasure".

A smile finally returned to Sebastian's face, the gap closing between you both. Your lips met his, gentle and breezy, calming the fires of anger and jealousy that had once stoked within his heart.

"I'll make us a cup of tea", you whispered, tapping the brunette on his nose, leaving only the brightest of smiles in your wake as you brushed by.

Sebastian turned his attention to the little shit sitting on the nearby counter, his tongue darting out teasingly. "I win".

The Niffler's head seemed to dip, suddenly sad and deflated. A pang of guilt hit Sebastian in that moment and it made him relent to the small creature.

"Fine", he grumbled, unable to fight his growing smile. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but–". He offered his hand. "— friends?". Jeffrey sniffled, almost seeming to nod in agreement when he extended his paw. "Just don't push your luck".

♡ °•° ♡ °•° ♡ °•° ♡ °•° ♡

Ominis Gaunt

The day Ominis met your pet Niffler was utterly magical.

You had lead him into your vivarium for the first time, introducing him to the array of magical creatures that were under your care.

Ominis got to feel the smooth and pristine feathers of a Joberknoll, the fluffy hairs of a Puffskein; and the beak of your Hippogriff, Highwing.

And then the cherry on top; your Niffler.

Nifflers were curious, but harmless creatures. They were notorious for stealing jewels, treasure, coins— anything that sparkled, really. With their affectionate nature and reputation for an adorable stature, it was not a mystery as to why you chose to keep the Niffler you rescued from poachers.

The blonde had always wanted to meet one of those cute little theives and in knowing this, you'd excitedly given him the opportunity.

"Where is he??", Ominis had asked, unable to mask the way his voice travelled an octave higher in his anticipation.

"This way!", he was able to hear the grin in your tone, widening his own as he eagerly allowed himself to be tugged along by the pale tips of his nimble fingers.

You'd gently helped the blonde to be seated on the soft grass, almost finding yourself mesmerised with how the sunlight struck his delicate features.

Whistling and clicking your fingers, there was a shuffling in the grass as something approached. It had startled Ominis only slightly, the new grip of your hand over his own settling him.

You guided his hand forward as you had done so before, his palm finally landing on something soft. A short gasp heaved from the blonde, his lashes fluttering at the new sensations beneath his skin.

There was the rapid rising and falling of the little creature's breaths as he sniffed over the new guest of the vivarium.

A smile carved its way onto Ominis' expression, hesitantly stroking over the little creature beneath his grasp. Your hand lead his over the Niffler's head and snuffling snout, a breathy laugh slipping from the blonde when the small breaths tickled his skin.

Long had he dreamed about this..

"Ominis, I'd like you to meet Sebastian", you laughed at the sudden quizzical look that dawned on your counterpart's expression.

"Sebastian?", Ominis echoed with a quirk of his brow. "You named your Niffler after our friend? ".

No, he wasn't jealous. Not at all.

"Only because he gets into so much trouble", you giggled. "He also has these adorable speckles on his fur around his face. Lilac fur with faded spots".

"Like freckles", he nodded in understanding, trying to fight the deflation dampening his initial excitement. "Does Sebastian know that you've named your 'child' after him?".

Ominis was sure that with the amount of time you'd spent with Sebastian on various escapades in the fifth year and the closeness you still shared now in your seventh, that the brunette had undoubtedly been the first to be shown the Room of Requirement and these lovely creatures.

Perhaps Sebastian was the better suitor for you??

"No, actually", your amused answer shocked Ominis. "I've never brought him here. He doesn't even know of this place".

"He doesn't?", the blonde's brows creased in a bout of confusion. "I thought he'd be the first to know of this place".

"What do you mean??".

Ominis' heart had begun to beat frantically within his chest whilst he'd attempted to play his jealousy and nerves off with a smile, as he often did when it came to your friendship with Sebastian.

"I— I just meant that you two are close", he replied with a tug of his shoulders. "I thought you might have been more inclined to show him over me, is all. I was only confused as to why it was the contrary".

In the few seconds of thoughtful silence that followed, you both had taken notice to the warmth of your hand that still lingered on his own, neither of you daring to separate them. Instead, your fingers slowly inched into the gaps between his own, hinting your intentions with your words,

"Do you not know?".

Ominis squeezed the digits threaded with his own like they were a life-raft, assuring you of his consent before your lips had taken his own in careful caresses.

Absolutely magical.

Or so he'd thought at the time, not realizing he'd just unknowingly declared war against a very protective Niffler.

Ominis dismissed it as paranoia at first, just shrugging off the seemingly possessive behaviour the little creature conveyed.

But, it had become apparent over the many weeks that it wasn't just his imagination playing tricks on him..

The Niffler was clearly jealous of your diverted attention. Ominis had figured that out rather quickly.

Just as the Niffler had figured out how to push his buttons. Like Sebastian.

Whenever you both had picnics in the vivarium or brought Ominis along to help in the care of your creatures, Sebastian lived up to his name.

The mischeievous miscreant always managed to get in the way, snatching Ominis' wand from his robes so that he wouldn't be able to find you or the other creatures before misplacing it to make it look as if it had dropped out by mistake.

You thought that's all it was, despite Ominis knowing and insisting otherwise.

Then, it was the Niffler napping on your lap whenever Ominis wanted to. And of course, you were a sucker for that adorable little shit. He could do no evil, apparently.

Holding hands? The Niffler went out of his way to pry the blonde's hand from yours, snuggling under yours to draw your attention; even going as far as to shove Ominis' hand away and preoccupy your palm with his paw.

Sitting together? Sebastian interfered with that too, worming his annoying little self between your bodies so that he could sit in the middle as a barrier to separate you both.

Whenever Ominis wanted time with you, Sebastian was always there. It was like the Niffler had been incarnated with a piece of his best friend's soul, always troublesome and always interfering.

Ominis finally hit breaking point when the little shit decided to make off not only with his wand, but with the handmade necklace he'd bought from Feldcroft in his most recent visit.

The blonde planned to give it to you as a gift, but even he should've known better than to have it in his pockets when visiting the vivarium to carry out a favour for you, his beloved.

Whilst you would be attending to family business today, he would care for your creatures. Something that was turning out to be a complete impossibility.

In Sebastian's mouth? Ominis' wand.

In his paws?? The necklace.

"Come back here, you little rat! Give those back, Sebastian!!", he cried out, only able to follow the scuttling in the grass and the jingling of the jewellery in the Niffler's greedy grasp.

Wheezing and panting, Ominis crawled and sprinted around, the Niffler releasing an occasional squeak whenever he got close. Until—

"Got you!", the blonde shouted, finding a grip on the Niffler that struggled desperately in his grasp.

It soon became clear that he was holding the little miscreant upside down, coins seeming to pour out of his marsupial-like pouch. His paws were still occupied with the necklace he'd stolen, whining in despair at the loss of his precious coins as they rained down to the floor.

"Serves you right!", Ominis seethed, breathless from his pursuit.

In a sense of victory, the blonde's lips curled into a grin, his fingertips running along the Niffler's belly. The creature chattered as if he were laughing, especially ticklish at the gentle prodding. More coins and jewels rained out as Ominis' fingers reached his sniffling snout.

Quickly snatching his wand back from the little creature's jaw, he boasted, "I win", before reaching for Sebastian's paws.

Ominis caught ahold of the necklace, but the Niffler's grip was like iron.

"Sebastian, give it to me", the blonde chided, tugging on the precious piece of jewellery. "Come on, Sebastian".

The Niffler struggled and resisted, never being more keen to possess anything in his life. Even the measly coins Ominis tried to trade couldn't compare to the necklace and he wasn't willing to break it.

"You stubborn mule! Fine!!", he snapped, huffing as he set Sebastian loose.

Dejected, the blonde sat himself down, soon recieving the company of your Puffskein as it nuzzled into his side. Despite his sadness, even he was unable to resist smiling at the affectionate creature.

Ominis reached over to pet the Puffskein, your mischievous Niffler watching from a distance. All of his lost coins were on the ground by the blonde's legs, but it wasn't them that drew Sebastian back.

It was the realisation that Ominis could love him just as much as you could. That his love was not a threat to the friendship you shared with your favourite pet.

Perhaps he'd tried stealing the wrong person??

Ominis seemed just as compassionate, if not moreso.

His attention soon became divided from the Puffskein when the cool and delicate metal of a necklace was dropped into his palm. The blonde almost couldn't believe it.

A Niffler?? Returning something shiny??

And then it clicked. It wasn't of value to him, but a ploy to sabotage your relationship with Ominis. Sebastian had felt threatened.

"Thank you", Ominis whispered, his lips curling out of amusement as the little creature began to shuffle around and pick up the coins that had dropped.

Perhaps Sebastian was more alike to his human counterpart than the blonde first realised? He has a heart of gold too, although it rarely shows.

And upon your return to the vivarium, you were delighted to find things resolved between your pet and boyfriend, knowing tensions and jealousy had been spiked between the two.

There, Ominis laid on the grass asleep, a freckled lilac Niffler upon his chest.

Your plan had worked..

The End. . .

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A Year In Love 💚 - Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

Happy one year anniversary to Hogwarts Legacy! I can't believe it's been a whole year since the game has been released! (I can't believe it's been a whole year since I descended into madness over these boys either!)

A few of us in one of the HL Discord servers decided to all write a one year related fic, so here is my contribution to that. Enjoy!

Warnings - None! All Fluff! || 1.5k words

Ominis stopped walking as he felt his wand begin to rapidly pulsate in his hand - a sign that he had reached his destination. He sat on the grassy ground, using his wand to guide him again as he placed a small bouquet of flowers on his aunt’s grave, which was marked by a large rock, with various smaller colorful rocks and seashells surrounding it.  

Today marked one year since the night that Ominis, Sebastian, and the new fifth year ventured into Salazar Slytherin’s Scriptorium, where his aunt Noctua’s remains had been found. She was the only member of his family to show him any compassion, and the only member of his family not obsessed with blood status. She was the only family Ominis felt like he had. Although the night brought back painful memories for Ominis, it also changed the course of his life forever, in the most positive way possible. It was also the night Ominis realized he was in love. 

The evening started with Sebastian begging Ominis to join him in venturing into the Scriptorium, eager to see what secrets it held. Ominis didn’t want to go, well aware that the room likely held terrible things. But Sebastian wasn’t about to let it go, enlisting the help of his secret weapon against Ominis - the new fifth year, who Ominis had been harboring a small crush on. 

“Please, Ominis?” His name sounded so lovely on her lips, he couldn’t bring himself to say no to her. She was far too convincing. His heart even skipped a beat when she complimented him on his rare ability of being able to speak Parseltongue. 

 As the trio descended into the tunnel leading to the Scriptorium; however, Ominis cursed himself for allowing his crush on the girl to cloud his better judgment. The tunnel radiated dark magic, and was full of various puzzles which opened the way to more, deeper tunnels. What started as a nerve-wracking endeavor quickly turned into anguish as they reached the entrance to the scriptorium, guarded by a door that required a Cruciatus curse to be cast. In front of the door lay his Aunt Noctua’s long forgotten skeleton, her journal pages around her body confirming it was indeed her.

While Sebastian explored the Scriptorium, thrilled by their discovery, the new fifth year was by Ominis’s side, her arms around him as he sobbed into her shoulder. Ominis felt guilty, knowing that he should have been the one comforting her after she had endured the painful Cruciatus curse from Sebastian. Ominis could feel the way her hands shook as she held him, but despite the pain she was in, she had put his needs before her own. No one had ever put Ominis first, or shown him this level of care, not even his own blood. Her kindness changed him, and it was at this moment that he fell in love with her. 

Ominis awoke the next morning deep in denial, He convinced himself that he was just clinging to her because of the compassion she showed him, and he absolutely was not in love with her. That  is, until he received her owl asking to meet outside the castle. When he found her, she explained that she had gone back in the morning and retrieved his aunt’s remains so they could give her a proper burial. Ominis fought the urge to get down on one knee and ask for her hand in marriage at that moment. 

With her help, Ominis decided on a secluded spot across the Black Lake in a little clearing for her final resting place. The area was surrounded by trees and overlooked Hogwarts - the place Ominis called home. 

As the year went on, and the two became closer as friends, Ominis fell deeper in love with her each day. They supported each other when Sebastian strayed further and further away from them, and Ominis showed her the same level of compassion she had shown him in the scriptorium after the battle against Ranrok, when she broke down in his arms after losing Professor Fig - the closest thing she had to a father. Despite the clear connection they shared, Ominis still hadn’t confessed his true feelings, fearful that she only saw him as a friend. That fear was extinguished for good on a random night, after she crashed her lips into his and confessed her own feelings for him after an after hours meeting in The Undercroft. From that moment on they were inseparable.

Ominis was broken out of his thoughts as he heard footsteps approaching. His heart raced when the footsteps got closer and a familiar scent hit his nose - her scent. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Ominis! Professor Weasley needed me for something after class. I hope you’re not mad!”

Ominis let out a soft chuckle at her words, knowing he could never be mad at her. He stood to greet her, placing his hands on her waist to pull her into a gentle kiss. Once she pulled away, he heard her begin to dig through what sounded like a bag, followed by the sound of a blanket being fluffed out. As if she could read his mind, she explained herself. 

“I brought us lunch, the weather is lovely, I thought we could have a picnic!” 

As they sat in front of Aunt Noctua’s grave, enjoying the weather and food, Ominis’s mind began to wander again. This time, he thought about their future together. He thought about their graduation, and how he hoped she’d say yes to his elopement proposal he had planned for right after. He thought about what it would be like to have a home of their own, far away from the Gaunts. He even let his mind wander to children. Although he was still uncertain if he wanted to bring more Gaunts into the world, if they did have a daughter, he hoped his future wife would be open to naming her Noctua. 

As he said his aunt’s name in his head, he felt a tingle of pain in his heart. She would never get the chance to see him as a married man or a father. She would never get to meet the girl who had stolen his heart and made him so happy. He hoped that she was proud of him for finding someone who loved him and treated him right, unlike the rest of his family. He hoped that she was proud of him for making a new legacy for the Gaunts.

“Are you alright, darling?” Her sweet voice laced with concern flooded his ears and broke him out of his train of thought once again. 

“I miss her…” Ominis choked out as tears began to form in his eyes. 

His fingertips registered the softness of her hands as she gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “Oh darling, I’m so sorry. I know you do. But she’s not truly gone. The ones who love us never really leave us. They’re always in our hearts and watching over us.”

Ominis squeezed her hands back, his tears freely flowing now. “I wish she could have met you. She would have loved you. I…I hope she’s proud of me.”

Ominis’s heart fluttered as he felt her lips press against his cheek. “She is proud of you. I know she is. So proud of you for doing the Gaunt name justice. She helped make you into the amazing person you are and will grow to be. She’s extremely proud of you, and so am I.”

Releasing her hands to cup her face, Ominis pulled her into a gentle, but passionate kiss. Their lips remained locked for several seconds, Ominis savoring the way her lips felt against his own. Over the course of the past year, he had kissed her many times, never once getting sick of it. He didn’t think he could ever get sick of her.  

The couple spent the next hour in the same spot, talking, laughing, and updating Aunt Noctua on things that had happened throughout the year. They stayed until it got dark, Ominis feeling the change in temperature.

“We should probably make our way back, make sure we’re prepared for the potions exam tomorrow. Thank you for joining me today.”

“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world, Ominis.”

She stood up, pulling Ominis to his feet with her. He wished Noctua a good night and assured her that he’d visit again soon before taking his lover’s hand as they made their way back towards the castle.

When they had just reached the Hogwarts grounds, Ominis felt his girlfriend stop walking, but before he could ask her what was wrong, he felt her arms wrap around his neck as she planted a soft kiss to his lips. 

“I love you, Ominis Gaunt.” she said softly. He could hear the smile on her face through her voice.

“And I love you.” he said back with a smile. And he did - he had loved her for a year, and planned to love her for many more years to come.

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Getting Caught pt 3 - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: masturbation, awkward moments, hand job, fingering

2k words

A few days later he’d barely walked out of his last class of the day when suddenly a soft body collided with his, gripping his shoulder and steering him down the corridor. “What in Merlin’s name…”

She shushed him, continuing to guide him down the corridor quickly. He held his wand in front of him uselessly, they were moving so fast it was struggling to register. “S-slow down. What is the meaning of this?!”

She shushed him again, finally finding a long empty corridor and pushing him against the wall. “I need to borrow you for a moment. Meet me in the secret place. It’s urgent.”

As quickly as she’d appeared, she was gone. He blinked with confusion, stuck trying to find where she darted off to and trying to understand what had just occurred.

Once he’d oriented himself he made his way to the Undercroft, knowing that was exactly what secret place she’d meant.

The clock whirring and door clanging signaled his arrival which had her jumping up from the cushy hoard of bedding they’d acquired in the corner. “Come on over here, hurry. We only have while Sebastian is busy with quidditch.”

He tried to blink the confusion away, letting the blinking of his wand guide him to where she was standing in the pile of pillows and blankets. “W-what do you mean? Has Sebastian done something we need to speak about?”

She huffed in frustration. “No! Nothing like that. I just…wanted to…erm… hang out while he’s busy.”

His brows furrowed with confusion as he made his way closer to her. “You want to ‘hang out’ in the Undercroft with just us? Why would you wa-“

She huffed and interrupted him. “Because, clearly I want to do more than hang out with you down here…okay…I just don’t want to have to say it. But if you’re interested…we could do what we did a few days ago?”

Ominis jaw would have dropped if he wasn’t so skilled in holding a neutral expression. Many thoughts raced through his mind such as ‘she does this often then?’, ‘she really wants to do this with me already?’.

He bit his lip as heat pooled in his abdomen at the mere idea that she was already so eager to do this with him again. “I-I see no reason why not. I suppose I see your desire for discretion and keeping Sebastian busy. I apologize for being confused.”

He could tell she was shaking her head at him. “No it’s fine! I’m sorry for being shy about it. Come on then, let’s get comfy?”

He allowed her to take his hand and guide him down to the pile of blankets. He got comfortable against a crate, propping a pillow behind his back. He heard her sliding her clothing up and his mind was already reeling at how eager she must be, moving so quickly.

She softly moaned, rolling her fingers over the spot between her legs while watching him. “I-I suppose I have a small request if that’s okay? But you can say no obviously. I was wondering if I could…touch you? Just to see what it feels like.”

His cheeks flushed and he nodded. Flustered didn’t even begin to cover what he was feeling at her request. “That would be fine. Of course.”

She bit her lip, looking down at the swell that already began to show in his trousers and the spot between her thighs dampened. “If you’d like, you could also feel wherever you’d like on me. Since you can’t really see the experience like I can. I wouldn't mind.”

His mind felt like melted plastic. One sentence had been all it had taken to strike him down. His cock grew immensely hard in his trousers. “Oh. Okay.”

He mentally smacked himself for sounding so awkward in front of her. She’d granted him permission to feel her up and he’d mumbled like an inexperienced idiot. Which he was, they both were as far as he’d known. “Sorry I erm…that would be lovely. But you don’t need to feel pressure to offer in trade for touching me or anything…”

She gave a breathy laugh that made him twitch in his pants. “No, I want it. I’m not only offering as a trade. I really would like to feel your hands on me.”

If he were any weaker he would have burst in his trousers that very moment. Instead he swallowed the urge to groan and nodded. “Then I’d be happy to oblige your desires.”

Beside him he could faintly hear her shimmying out of her skirt and popping the buttons of her blouse. He did the same, sliding his pants down to his knees and shedding his top layers till only his white button down remained, unbuttoned all the way open.

She sighed beside him, causing him to pull his lip between his teeth to quell his urges. His cock stood proudly in his lap and he carefully reached for it, squeezing lightly to calm his raging need.

She licked her lips beside him, hand inching toward his arm where she delicately traced across it till her hand met the silky smooth skin that covered his thick erection. He traded his hand for hers and she gripped him, careful to give a few languid strokes. He hummed but when she squoze gently and stroked a few more times his hips rolled up to meet her hand.

She swallowed, stroking him again, this time with her eyes trained on his delicate features. His lips hung slightly parted and his eyes remained gently shut, squeezing together whenever she stroked long enough to get his hips stuttering.

He groaned and she stopped, releasing him and pulling away nervously. “D-does it hurt when I squeeze?”

He shook his head, licking his bottom lip carefully. He did his best to compose himself, knowing if he wasn’t careful he’d cum too quickly for his liking. “No, not at all. In fact it feels incredible. Thank you.”

She blushed, reaching for him again, eliciting a gasp from his thin lips. “So you aren’t in pain then?”

She kept on stroking him urging his hips up, watching him groan and buck into the hand that wrapped around him. “Merlin, no. It feels so good, so incredible when you touch me with those soft delicate fingers.”

She reddened, pulling her hand away and biting her lip. “Would you like to feel now? I’m curious what it's like when someone else touches me.”

His suspicions were confirmed and he thanked whatever powers existed that he wasn’t just some silly inexperienced virgin when compared to her. “Id be honored. Would you…guide my hand where you’d like to be touched?”

She bit harshly into her lip. She wanted his hands all over her honestly but she supposed starting his hand on her breast would likely be a good start. So she took his offered hand and gently pressed it to the lace garment on her chest.

The wind whooshed out of him at the feel of delicate lace under his fingers. He could only imagine how beautiful she looked wearing it. Upon letting his hand wrap around it properly he could feel the swell of her breast and marveled in it.

He twitched, fingers lightly exploring her, finding the peak of her nipple under the fabric. He let himself pull the peak between two fingers and pinch lightly. She softly whimpered and his cock twitched again. He’d caused that detrimental sound. It drove him wild.

The urge to pump himself was strong but he focused on her instead where she now led his hand down between her warm supple thighs. He gasped when his fingers met a silky wetness. This memory would be his undoing. He’d simply force this into his memory to use as fodder for the rest of his life.

She dropped his hand, allowing him to slide his fingers where they desired. He slid them along the seam of her carefully, feeling all the blood in his body rush south so fast his ears rang.

He pulled a lip between his teeth, pushing his fingers lightly into her where he knew that silky cavern would give willingly to him. She gasped, spreading her thighs a bit wider and he took this as a sign to keep progressing.

He’d read enough romance, spice and just plain educational books in his time to be familiar with the sex of a woman. He felt like maybe in this moment using his touch and what he knew of descriptions would aid him greatly.

He gathered her wetness on his thumb before sliding it up to the apex of her folds. She gasped, thighs parting further and allowing him far better access. He heard her head fall back into the crate behind her and he slowly moved his thumb in a circle around her bud, fingers inside her sliding deep.

A shaky moan left her and she keened, looking over at him. “You’ve done this before? T-touched someone I mean?”

He shook his head, rolling his thumb in a tight circle again. She sighed with pleasure, biting into her lip. “No, I haven’t. I just paid attention to all those naughty romance books you’ve shared with me in hopes that they would guide me when I got the chance. I suppose it’s working?”

She gasped as two fingers inside of her gently pushed, teasing his second knuckle. He slid back out to the first knuckle and she gasped, lifting her hips with need. “I’d like to try something if that’s okay? I’m going to slide my fingers all the way in.”

She nodded, giving him a noise of approval. With her permission. He slid those fingers deep inside of her, feeling around for that spot he’d heard described so many times. He knew he’d found it when she gasped in pleasure, hips arching off the blankets as he curled his fingers against it.

She moaned and writhed but he didn’t pull away, instead forcing his fingers to remain buried inside of her, thrusting them against that spot mercilessly while rolling his thumb gently over her clit. Spots danced behind her vision as she tumbled so completely into oblivion that it shook her to the core. “That’s right, cum for me pretty dove.”

She did just that, crying out his name as her core spasmed around his fingers wildly. Never had she ever cum so quickly, and on her best friends fingers no less. He worked her through it till she was a breathless heap against the creates and blankets. Heat flushed from her neck to her ears which she was thankful he couldn’t see.

He pulled his fingers from her with a wet pop, groaning at the sound and trying but failing at ignoring the desperate throb of his leaking cock.

She watched with fascination as he used those same fingers to spread her wetness on himself and use it to pump into his fist. He groaned, bucking up almost immediately into his hand as he pumped himself to the memory of that tight pussy squeezing his fingers, imaging that tight warmth around his cock.

She sat sated and mesmerized beside him. Watching as he grunted, lifting his lips as he pumped himself faster. She could tell from his sounds and the desperate movements that he was about to plummet over his own edge.

He pumped himself urgently, whimpering as he fought to stave out his pleasure as long as he could. “Fuck you felt so good. So fucking tight around my fingers. Gonna cum to the thought of you crying my name while you let me finger you for the rest of my life. Fuck!”

She watched as he came, hips stuttering and hand moving so quickly as his cum shot from his tip, messying his hand, and his chest in the process. She watched him stroke away the last bits of pleasure before releasing himself and letting himself fully slump against the crates.

She knew when his milky eyes, sated but burning with lust, looked her way and heat pooled in her core with renewed urgency that they were 100% royally and absolutely fucked. They’d started a silly game that was going to end somewhere farther than either of them had expected.

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Putting the RIP in Scriptorium

Summary - I have been thinking about when Ominis would have begun to warm towards MC and one of those times is in the Scriptorium…because who doesn’t love devastating and upsetting narratives…

Warnings: Angst, Crucio (pain), mentions of death and dying but also comfort and Fluff

Also Sebastian is a bit of a dick in this. Sorry! I tried to portray him as battling his darker thoughts with who he truly is cause he is a soft boi I know this!!

Word Count - 2489

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“I said, no”

“Ominis, get over yourself” Sebastian tried to get the words out in a calm, confident and orderly manner, but the panic was starting to set in as he looked over at his best friend “Please, do you want to die down here?”

“You don’t want to know the answer to that…” Ominis spoke, voice shaking but his will absolute.

“Ominis?” Eve finally spoke up. The reality of the situation they found themselves in, shaking her to her core. But hearing Ominis say he’d rather die than cast that curse…Was the curse that bad or did he just want things to end? She approached the pacing Slytherin “Do you mean that?” She reached out for his arm, a comforting gesture that was met only with violent remorse. He shook her hand away, eyes fixed firmly on the floor.

“I-“ he began before being interrupted

“You talk to him! Maybe he’ll listen to you. He’s got a soft spot for you” Sebastian huffed, striding past the pair to the other end of the corridor, staring at the wailing door. Ominis lifted his head finally to glare after Sebastian. He shook his head over and over as though he was shaking thoughts from his head. Or he was truly disappointed in the way Sebastian was acting. She couldn’t tell, his expression remaining unreadable.

“Please don’t make me do this” he whispered

“I’m not going to make you do anything” she reached for him again, this time he accepted the gesture allowing her hand to curl around his arm. “We’ll figure something out”

Something about her voice almost made Ominis believe her. He took a couple of calming breaths and nodded.

“We’ve ‘figured something out’” Sebastian said voice laden with irritation and fear “We need to cast that curse. End of.

“I don’t think I could cast that curse if I wanted to” Ominis started “You have to want to cause pain for the Cruciatus Curse to work. I don’t want to hurt either of you”

“Ridiculous” Sebastian scoffed “Eve, come here a second”

As Eve turned away from Ominis, he grabbed her arm. Unusual for him. Not 5 minutes ago he’d rejected her touch and now he actively sought her out.

“Please…” Ominis begged, not entirely sure what for “I…”

“Everything will be okay” She insisted. Her footsteps fading slightly as she walked away.

“If he’s not going to do it, we have to. I can teach you the curse or I can cast it on you.”

“You never said you knew how to cast it”

“I don’t…but he’s leaving me no choice but to try” Ominis sighed as he continued his pacing, fully aware of Sebastian’s snarky little remarks.

“Cast it on me, I don’t want to know that spell” Eves voice wavered for the first time.

“No! Absolutely not” Ominis barked suddenly approaching the pair. The faint wailing emanating from the door rang loudly in his ears.

“You’d rather she cast it on me?” Sebastian asked clearly angered that the makeshift scenario, in his head, meant his best friend cared more for a new student than for him.

“Of course not! I’d rather we not be here, AT ALL!! I shouldn’t have listened to either of you!”

“Well you did listen to her and now we’re-“

“Enough!” Evelyn snapped “Cast it on me now before I change my mind”

Sebastian looked at her, truly, for the first time since they entered the Scriptorium. Either she should’ve been sorted into Gryffindor or she was so angry and distraught that all logic had left her.

People often say Bravery can be mistaken for stupidity.

Her eyes were blank and her lips were pulled into a twisted line. He’d never seen her like this. She almost looked like Anne. What had he done?

“Are you ready?” Blinking away images of his sister.

“I can’t listen to this” Ominis began walking away. Not that there was anywhere for him to go. His step faltered as he turned back toward the pair again.

“I’m ready” Ominis’ hand flew to hers quickly. If he couldn’t escape this, then he may as well be the relief that he wished he had.

“Crucio”

.

.

.

Oh. Perhaps Sebastian had failed to cast it. For a second, Ominis was almost proud of his friend for not having the capability to cast that wretched curse. He was a better man then he was, clearly.

Until…

Ominis felt Evelyn stiffen up. Her whole body shifting perfectly straight. The fingers wrapped around his, squeezed impossibly tight and, in any other situation, he would have complained she was hurting him. For now, he can take the fraction of pain she was undoubted feeling.

Evelyn fell to her knees, almost toppling Ominis with her. She choked out a scream as wave after wave of numbing pain washed over her. She gasped for air as the pain subsided, her body aching in ways she didn’t know it could.

“Are you alright?” Ominis spoke, a little louder than expected. The panic evident in his voice, she weakly squeezed his hand to reassure him.

“That was…excruciating” she looked up at Ominis through heavy lids. And then a noise escaped her that Ominis would never have assumed could after such an ordeal.

She laughed.

It was humourless and dry but she laughed.

“I guess…that’s why they call it Crucio huh?” She stuttered out. He joined in her laugh. Singular and without joy.

“You’re impossible”

~

Not a word had been uttered since they all decided to leave the Scriptorium. Ominis dutifully clung to Evelyns’ arm. She had told them both multiple times she was fine but Ominis knew all too well the toll that Crucio can enact. He would make sure to keep an ear out for her, more so than usual, over the next few days. Every now and then, he felt her twitch and convulse around his arm. Each time he felt it, he instinctively squeezed her closer to him, his arm moving from through hers to around her shoulders.

Sebastian on the other hand, couldn’t have been more different. He practically skipped out of the hidden exit, Spell book tucked under his arm and a giddy smile, Eve hadn’t seen since their duel at the beginning of the year. He offered her his hand before speaking;

“Fancy a late night research session in the Undercroft?” He raised his eyebrow to her and smiled the way he knew would usually make her putty in his hands. His fingers twitched after a second. “Evie? Come on”

She whimpered, convulsing, quite noticeably, once again under Ominis’ arm. Ominis closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

“Say you’re joking, Sebastian” he said through gritted teeth.

“Oh come on, Ominis. We survived and we got what we needed-“ Sebastian held the spell book up as proof

“We got what you wanted” he bit back “She’s coming with me to the Common Room. She needs rest, she-“

“-Can speak for herself” Sebastian shot a look to Eve who retreated further into Ominis.

Why was she looking at him like that? She’d asked for that spell to be cast on her. No. He didn’t think she deserved it but…Actually how had he managed to cast that? He looked into her eyes now, glassy and bloodshot. The usual light grey of her irises had darkened with her tears. Even her skin had paled.

She looked exactly like Anne.

“I want to go with Ominis” she said meekly but confidently “We will see you tomorrow. Enjoy your book”

“Goodnight, Sebastian” Ominis released a breathe he hadn’t realised he was holding and turned with Evelyn in tow. He fumbled nervously for his wand, his hands shaking as it guided him through the dungeons. Evelyns own shaky hand rest upon his in a failed attempt to steady his hand. He smiled at the gesture, pulling her closer.

Neither turned back to check on Sebastian.

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They walked back to the Common room in relative silence. Ominis would ask how she was after a violent twitch and she would hum her response, feeling neither good nor bad. Well, at least she truly knew what ‘bad’ felt like now. Maybe this would humble her.

As they reached the bottom of the spiral staircase of their shared common room, Evelyn stopped walking. Ominis continued a few more steps before turning back to her.

“You need to rest, Evelyn” Ominis insisted

“I don’t want to be alone right now” she stammered out, fighting the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Ominis peered in her direction, holding out his hand, similar to Sebastian.

Strange how a gesture can be exactly the same and yet feel so different. Sebastian’s felt so controlling. The impatient twitch of his fingers giving away how he truly felt in the moment. Annoyed and exasperated. Had he really wanted her to go with him or did he just feel guilty that he’d hurt her? Either way, he wasn’t the person she thought he was. Or perhaps he was losing himself. Based on how Ominis was reacting, this wasnt normal. Maybe she needed to give him a second chance.

I’ll speak with him tomorrow.

Even now, whilst Eves’ mind wondered, Ominis hand remained, delicate and patient.

“Sorry…” she mumbled unaware of how long she had zoned out.

“Take your time, you’ve been through a lot. Come, let’s sit by the fire a while” he stepped closer to her, hand still outstretched.

“You don’t have to give me your hand if you don’t want to” she said recalling how he’d flinched from her earlier in the evening. He smiled, lips crooked.

“Please. I wouldn’t offer it if I didn’t want you to take it” Eventually, after searching his face for any discomfort, she took his hand limply. All of her strength was currently being channeled to her legs, keeping her standing. Sitting, sounded wonderful.

He guided her to the chairs surrounding the fireplace. She flopped down onto the two piece settee and groaned as her bones and muscles protested against the change in position.

“You may be too unwell for classes tomorrow, I’ll arrange for your professors to make note of their subjects.” He began pacing in front of the fire “You may experience nausea, nose bleeds, bruising. You must tell me if you do. Despite what you might think, Garreth makes a fantastic Wiggenweld that should clear up any bruising and alleviate any sickness. Do not take advantage of the fact I’m blind and I can’t see any of these things. I will find out.”

“Why are you doing this? I thought you didn’t like me”

“Didn’t like you?” He stopped, finally sitting next to her “Why would you think such a thing?”

“Well…The Undercroft situation wasn’t exactly friendly…” she chuckled

“I…apologise. Sebastian has been frustrating me lately. Asking questions about the Dark Arts and my family. He knows better than anyone the things I’ve dealt with, and yet he…persists” he sighed “That day at the Undercroft was…I was rude and my threats were uncalled for. I never intended to act on any of them. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry for encouraging Sebastian. I feel…Maybe if I wasn’t muggle-born and knew a little more about magic I’d know that the Scriptorium was a bad idea. I’d know that-“

“None of this is your fault. You realise that?” Ominis held his hands up to stop her monologue

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. If I hadn’t have convinced you to go in, we wouldn’t have been able to access that wretched place. I wouldn’t have been cursed, you wouldn’t have had to come face to face with your Aunt, Sebastian wouldn’t have some journal containing god knows what…” she trailed off “I just…feel…responsible”

“In no way are you responsible for Sebastian’s actions. I know him, he’d have found a way into that Scriptorium one way or another. Or he’d have found another source of information for Dark Magic” he placed his hand on her shoulder “He’s stubborn” he smiled, squeezing her shoulder. She smiled up at him.

“Well, if you truly believe all that, not saying I do, but if you do…I’m at least sorry you had to witness that again.”

“It’s…thank you”

“And you’re looking after me now. Not many people could endure that and then later help someone knowing exactly what they’re going through. I don’t think I could handle it…” she shivered

“I’m just…being here. No one was there for me.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Stop apologising” he chuckled

“…I’m sorry” he heard the smile in her voice as she apologised for the hundredth time that night.

“Imelda’s coming, she’ll most likely drag you off to bed” Eve sniffed before checking over her shoulder. Reyes was storming over to them both, already dressed for bed.

“Where’ve you been? You look awful.” She said folding her arms across her chest, a distinct knot forming above her brow.

“Please Imelda, it’s been a long night we don’t need your nagging right now” Ominis stood taking Eves hand as he did.

“You and Sebastian aren’t the only one who care for her you know” she snapped back

“Aww you care for me?” Eve croaked

“Of course. Can’t have my only decent competition giving up the ghost now can I?” Her accent often muddied her tone, but her concern was quite apparent. “What happened?”

“She-“ Ominis started before being interrupted

“I fell down the stairs. Whilst they were moving.”

Her steady heartbeat and unwavering voice scared Ominis. Rarely was someone so good at lying that even he couldn’t pick up on it. But her confidence had fooled even him. If he hadn’t been there, hadn’t witnessed the horrors first hand, he’d would’ve believed her completely.

“Merlin’s beard…no wonder you look so bad”

“Thanks, Imelda” Eve replied sarcastically. “I’m ready to go to bed now.” Ominis nodded as he helped Eve stand.

“Think you’ll be able to handle the stairs?” Imelda joked but offered her arm for support anyway. She wasn’t half as abrasive as people thought.

They walked towards the dorms until they came to the stairs leading up to the girls bedrooms. Eve paused looking back to Ominis.

“Thank you again, Ominis. I feel much better now”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve…fell down the stairs multiple times. I understand”

She whimpered, thinking of the pain and heartache Ominis must have put up with back ‘home’. Without thinking, she released Imelda’s arm and bolted towards him. She slammed into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezed, pouring all her empathy into him.

“I’m so sorry” she mumbled against his collar.

She thought perhaps she’d gone too far. Only an hour ago she was scared to touch him, now she threw herself at him. She pulled away, embarrassed before she felt his hands cradle her back and his cheek rest against the top of her head.

“Let’s make sure this never happens again”

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Ahhhh! I love this sooo much! It tears at my heart in the best way!

It'll Be Okay

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x You

Summary: After the macabre events that occurred in the Feldcroft Catacomb, Sebastian is devastated. All he can think about is running away and pushing you away from him… but you don't plan to give up on him so easily.

Word Count: ~2.7k

Author's Note: This story is based on the song "It'll Be Okay" by Shawn Mendes. I hope you'll enjoy reading it!💙

Warnings: Major spoilers for the "In the Shadow of the Relic" quest + Angst

“I won’t let her suffer! Avada Kedavra!”

A flash of green light struck Solomon Sallow’s body, before it fell limp on the ground. Sebastian had done it. He had killed his uncle.

Oh, the future we dreamed of is fading to black…

He dropped his wand which clattered on the ground.

And just like that, you and Sebastian's future plans vanished, completely ruined. They used to seem so simple... you were supposed to cure Anne with the relic, make her return to Hogwarts, and then be happy all together with your little quartet of friends.

But as fate would have it, that was never going to happen.

A high-pitched, distraught voice brought you out of your thoughts, “Depulso!”

Anne had appeared in the Catacomb and apparently witnessed the whole tragic scene that had just unfolded, whereupon she herself attacked her twin brother, propelling him with all her might against one of the stone walls to stop him.

Driven by her fiery anger, she used what little strength she had left to cast a couple more spells to defeat the remaining Inferi and reduce Salazar Slytherin's Spellbook to ashes.

“NO!” Sebastian howled. He could do nothing but watch his sister destroy the book that was supposed to contain all the solutions to save her life.

“You’ve made your choice.” She said simply, before disapparating with the inert corpse of their uncle.

“Oh, Anne… What have you done?”

Oh, there's nothing more painful. Nothing more painful…

You were paralysed, unable to move even a finger after witnessing such a heartbreaking scene where a family was completely shattered, with no means or hope of ever repairing their ties. Poor Sebastian was left entirely alone, tears in his eyes, his face contorted by his crushing grief and regret. Merlin, you hated that sight with all your heart.

“I-I must get out of here.” He mumbled as he stood up and quickly looked at his surroundings, as if he were completely disorientated.

“Seb, wait!” You tried to hold him back, but Sebastian would not listen.

Instead, he fled. He ran like mad towards the exit of the Catacomb, desperate for fresh air.

“SEBASTIAN!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you sped after him, hoping that it would be enough for him to hear you despite his head start.

It was only when you had made your way up the labyrinth of tunnels, once you were back in the Feldcroft countryside and away from the heavy atmosphere of the dusty Catacomb, that you managed to catch up with Sebastian.

Now that he was close at hand, you reached out to grab his arm, “Sebastian, stop!”

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” He roared, sending your hand flying with more force than he would have used if he were in his normal state of mind.

You flinched out of reflex, but you were in no case scared of the boy. You never had been, and you knew you never would be. You understood that he was simply on edge and needed reassurance, so you kept your soft tone, “Seb–”

“STOP SAYING MY NAME!” He continued to shout in anger, but the way he was now gripping his hair and pulling at the roots showed that annoyance was being added to the palette of overwhelming emotions he was feeling at the moment. “For fuck’s sake I should’ve known better than to become friends with you in the first place.”

This. This last sentence. Maybe he could not scare you, but you too often forgot that he was still capable of hurting you, even if he did not mean any of it and it was his amalgam of panic and agitation that got the better of his words.

You tried your best to remain unfazed, “So what? You'd rather our paths had never crossed?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed without thinking twice.

I start to imagine a world where we don't collide…

For a moment, you lost yourself in your own thoughts. You imagined a parallel universe where you had never defeated Sebastian in Defence Against the Dark Arts, where he had never accompanied you to Hogsmeade on your first day at Hogwarts, and therefore a universe where you two had never become friends or exchanged a single word.

It also meant a world where you never fought trolls, goblins, and poachers together, where you never spent long nights in the Undercroft doing nothing but talking, where he never held you in his arms and comforted you whenever you were not at your best, resulting in your feelings for Sebastian blossoming into something much stronger and more genuine than friendship.

“Well, I don’t.” You finally answer.

“Well, you should.” He imitated your intonation with irritating impertinence.

You paid no attention to it, knowing better than to take any of his irrational actions into account, “Why?”

“BECAUSE I FUCKING RUINED YOUR LIFE!”

The screaming was back. Taking you by surprise once again. However this time, you were unable to react. The rawness and vulnerability of his words had hit you right in the heart, knocking the wind out of you.

“I have to go.” He muttered after your lack of reaction. He turned his back on you before setting off again, this time clearly determined to leave.

This was the moment that snapped you out of your stunned confusion, “Oh no, don’t you dare run away from me, Sallow!”

Your feet reacted even faster than your brain. You rushed towards him, but knew you would not have enough strength to hold him back, so you did the only best thing you could think of... You lunged at him and tackled him to the ground. Your body crashed into his with full force, causing his back to slam against the hard, cold, snow-covered ground.

“LET ME GO!” He fought back, kicking in all directions to try and push you off him.

“NEVER!” You pinned him down with all your strength. You were pressed on top of him while holding his hands on either side of his head, and keeping his thighs flat with your own legs. “Because you didn’t ruin my life, Sebastian.”

“Are you hearing yourself right now? I spent months teaching you dark magic. I just killed my uncle in front of you. You're a witness to a murder because of me! You could be sent to Azkaban BECAUSE OF ME! What more do you need to hate me? Tell me, because I'll do it right away if it means you'll stay away from me and be out of danger!”

And it's making me sick, but we'll heal and the sun will rise…

Sebastian's words made your blood run cold. Not because they made you reflect on everything he had put you through, but rather because you wondered how you were going to make him understand that you were not blaming him for anything, that the idea had never even crossed your mind.

“We can get past this. We can make things better together.” You said softly, unable to muster a better response.

He only scoffed bitterly.

“Sebastian, I don’t want to hate you, I want to be here for you!”

Judging that he seemed slightly calmer, you allowed yourself to release one of his hands to cup his cheek instead. With your thumb, you caressed his tanned skin, tracing the freckles splattered across his cheekbones. You did your best to convey your honesty and all your love for him through your delicate touch.

“No.” He replied firmly, leaving no room for negotiation, and then took advantage of your lowered guard to push you away again, this time with his hand which was now free. “Now leave me alone!”

If you tell me you're leaving, I'll make it easy…

You gave up being gentle and tackled him firmly to the floor again. You just needed him to listen to you for a few more minutes, “Okay. I won’t force you to stay if you don’t want to… But you need someone, Sebastian. Please, let me help you.”

“I don’t want your help!” He spat with a fury that was rarely seen in him. You had only seen it once... when he called you ignorant.

“Maybe you don’t want it, but you need it.” Now that everything had been said, you got out of his way to let him go if he so wished.

It'll be okay…

Sebastian sat up again, but stayed there, against all your expectations. You knew that all he needed was one last little push before he surrendered, so you insisted, “Don’t shut me out. Let me be here for you.”

“I–” His voice broke, giving way before he could even begin his sentence. His bottom lip quivered. “I didn’t mean to kill him. He attacked us… attacked you. I had to use the Killing Curse. You know I did!”

“I know. You did your best to protect me.” You reassured him by taking his hands in yours and giving them a little squeeze.

“I never meant for all of this to happen. I just wanted to help Anne.” It was not long before tears started to stream down his cheeks. “I want this hell to be over. Please make it stop.”

“I wish I could… but–” Now it was your voice's turn to fail you.

“I just want my little sister back.”

“I know you do… I know.” You swallowed hard to fight the tears that started to blur your vision. You could not allow yourself to cry. You had to stay strong for him. You had to be the pillar on which he could rest, because right now, he needed your help. If he saw you crying, it would only make things worse. This was not about you.

So you cuddled him against your chest, firstly to comfort him, and secondly so that he would not see the look of total dismay on your face.

“Ominis hates me too, and I can’t even blame him, because I hate myself too.” He was now full on breaking down, his head buried against your chest, and his tears streaming down your uniform jumper.

“I’ll love you enough for the two of us, then… until you learn to love yourself again, and even after.”

“I want the pain to stop. It’s been there for too long. I can’t stand it anymore.” The more time passed, the more erratic his breathing became.

“I know, baby. You’ve been so strong.” You kept spouting all the soothing words you could think of, in the hope that they would work on him.

“Please, make it stop. Please.”

“I’d take it all for you if I could. But I can’t, and I’m so sorry. I’ll do everything in my power to make you feel better.” You slowly ran your fingers through his silky brown locks, over and over again. Then you felt yourself losing your grip on your emotions, and soon your tears were flowing alongside Sebastian's.

Sebastian Sallow – the boy who was never afraid of anything and always had a trick up his sleeve – was on his knees in front of you, crying his eyes out, rendering him nothing more than the very image of misery and helplessness.

It was agonising to see the boy you loved in such a state, and not be able to do anything to make him feel better. How were you supposed to remain impassive in the face of that?

“Please fix everything. Fix me.”

“I can’t…”

And if we can't stop the bleeding… We don't have to fix it, we don't have to stay…

Sebastian's sobs continued unabated, “I’m scared to stay with you. I know I’ll end up doing something stupid and lose you too. Because that’s what I do… I do everything in my power to make the people I care about leave.”

This time, it was all too much. You could not let him belittle himself so cruelly. You grabbed his face between your hands and forced him to look straight into your eyes, not caring if they were red and swollen from all the crying, “Don’t say that. I know you made mistakes, but you’re one of the most brilliant wizards before anything else. You’re the only one who was great enough to steal my heart.”

“You’re everything I have left… I can’t lose you. Not you.” He clutched your shirt in his fists, as if he was afraid you would suddenly vanish before his eyes.

“Baby–”

Everything you were going to say died on the tip of your tongue... because Sebastian smashed his lips against yours.

You did not know exactly how it happened. You did not realise it right away because it occurred in less than a split second. And yet it was well and truly real.

There was nothing tender or romantic about that kiss. No, it was just rough, brutal and messy, reflecting all the despair they contained deep inside. It was a kiss full of passion, but not the kind that made you feel light and gave you butterflies in your stomach. Not at all, it was a toxic passion that burnt the wings off these butterflies and everything around them.

Sebastian was clutching you by the shoulders as if you were his lifeline, the only thing keeping him from tipping completely over into the darkness. And you, you kissed him back fervently, fighting the little voice in your head that was whispering to you that what you were doing was wrong, that you never should have discovered how salty his tears tasted as you kissed him for the first time.

You had to call a spade a spade, you should not be taking advantage of his vulnerability to get what you had always dreamt of... but you could not help yourself. Sebastian was hypnotic, and you could not bring yourself to pull away from him.

It was he who retreated first, and you instantly hated how his big chocolate eyes were filled with nothing but sheer panic, “I feel like I’m going to die without you… What if I die without you?”

Your heart pounded so hard to the point where it felt like you had a lump in your throat. You let out an overwhelmed and broken sob, “You’ll never find out because I’ll never leave you. You hear me? Never. I’m here for better or for worse.”

I will love you either way…

Sebastian let himself fall against your chest, and you welcomed him into your arms without the slightest hint of reluctance. You let him rest there, let him cry, tremble against you, while you caressed his untameable hair and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, doing your best to stop your own tears from flowing. You had no idea how long you stayed like that, but it felt like an eternity. You were probably freezing and soaking wet from sitting in the snow for so long, but thankfully you were unable to feel it thanks to the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Shh… It'll be okay…”

It might be so sweet… It might be so bitter…

In the months you had known Sebastian, you had imagined an infinity of different scenarios of the two of you kissing for the first time. None of those fit with the reality of Sebastian breaking down in your arms after committing murder. The situation had nothing in common with what you had wished for the two of you. You had finally got what you wanted, but you hated it. You just wanted to scream. Fate was even more cruel than you believed.

"Make the pain go away, please." Sebastian begged desperately, echoing your own inner thoughts.

"I'll do everything I can. I’ll do everything to give you the future you wanted." You cried uncontrollably.

Oh, if the future we've dreamed of is fading to black…

Minutes, hours passed, and your tears eventually dried. You spoke again, very quietly, as if afraid to frighten the peace that was slowly beginning to return, “We’ll get through this together, alright?”

“…I’m a monster.” He declared with resignation. He too had run out of tears to cry.

“You’re not.” You replied with just as much conviction.

“What if I get even worse? What if I end up hurting you?” He asked quietly.

“I will love you either way.”

[beneaththeschool]

Sebastian rushed into the Room of Requirement, panting from a good 30 minutes of running around the castle. “Winter, where are you? Everyone has been looking for you over dinne—oh…”

There was her, cuddled up closely against Snowball, still in her uniform.

He looked at them fondly, her peaceful face glowing, her breathing slow and soft. He spotted the new constellation blanket beside them, the one Amit gave her this morning as her birthday present. Still folded neatly, unused.

Gently, he unfolded the star-scattered sheet over her and moved closer as silently as he could, as not to wake the both of them, especially the usually alert Snowball. He kissed her forehead and caressed the crown of her head.

“Sweet dreams, my snowflake.”

[beneaththeschool]

Sebbyy 🌻

[beneaththeschool]

I’d Love Nothing More

pairing: sebastian sallow x reader

summary: it’s the beginning of your 7th year, your final year at hogwarts and the future starts to seem a bit scary. you and sebastian have a talk about your feelings that leads to a little something more

warnings: fluff :)

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“sebastian! there you are!” you say excitedly seeing your best friend walking out of the defense against the dark arts tower

“there you are y/n” he says back with a small smile “did you need me for something?”

“i was going to ask you how you fared in your first day of classes” you said walking right up to the curly headed man

“not bad, and you?”

“pretty boring” you giggle while grabbing his hand

“come with me, i found us a good table in the library to look at our schedules together. Ominis should be meeting us there” you say guiding him towards the library

as you were walking up the spiral staircase inside the library, towards your designated table you realize that you are still holding sebastian’s hand…and you have been for the entire walk there…

you blush slightly and let go of his hand “i didn’t realize i was still holding your hand, sorry…” you apologize

“i didn’t mind at all” he says giving you a smirk

you look at him with a shy smile and go to put your bag onto the table

“i wonder when ominis is going to get here…” you say wondering where the blonde haired boy may be

“what, is my company not enough?” sebastian asks while ploping himself down on a seat

“your company is more than enough, trust me” you say sitting right next to him

“oh is it now? i’ll be sure to keep that in mind” he says, leaning back into the chair with his arms behind his head

you and sebastian have had an unspoken connection ever since you first arrived your fifth year. After all that has happened with Ranrok, professor Fig, and Anne, it didn’t seem appropriate for you two to start a relationship right away. You were both going through a loss and many mixed emotions to even realize that you two wanted to be together. It took about all of your sixth year together to fully heal from some wounds, with the help of ominis of course. The three of you were practically inseparable but there was always something between you and sebastian that just hasn’t been brought up yet.

You always had the thought of bringing it up whenever you two were together, and now that it’s your final year you want nothing more than to talk about your feelings with him.

It’s hard to tell how he feels about the situation, one moment he is flirting with you until your ears turn completely red and the next moment it’s “you are my best friend” and nothing more…

you look at sebastian and study his features

he’s leaning back on the chair with his eyes closed, sighing dramatically and rocking slightly back and fourth on his foot. you watch him lovingly, not realizing you are hardcore staring at him and yeah, he definitely feels the burning of your eyes.

“like what you see?” he asks before opening his eyes and catching you in the act

you turn away quickly and cough awkwardly

“oh come on I’m just teasing” he says putting his chair fully on the ground, leaning towards you

“i like that you stare at me. makes me feel worth looking at” he admits, smiling at you

you turn back to him, coming face to face with his brown eyes

“maybe i do like what i see” you say boldly, keeping your focus on his eyes

now he’s the one that feels shy, his cheeks getting hot as he stares into your eyes

“what am I going to do without you? surely we are to end up in the same place after hogwarts, right?” he says in a serious tone

you shake your head and look down at your bag “you don’t mean that, i can see you and ominis going somewhere together but-“

“i’m serious y/n, i don’t think i want to ever be apart from you” he admits still looking at you

you move your face back towards him again and shake your head no

“sebastian i don’t think you are serious” you say, not believing what he is telling you

“why would i lie to you y/n? when have i ever lied to you about my feelings” he continues

it was true, after these past few years the two of you have told each other everything. sebastian has never lied to you and has always been there to listen to you as well. It was pretty obvious to everyone around you that there is something there, the two of you just haven’t admitted it yet.

he wants to be where I am?

“and what exactly are your feelings?” you ask, readying yourself to have the conversation. it’s been a long time coming and you felt as if you wanted to pour your heart out right then and there

“my feelings? i feel like you already know…” he trails off

“but i want to hear it from you” you press, now looking at him intently

“well i know i want to be where you are, especially after we finish our final exams from here. I just know that i need to be where you are so i know you’re safe”

he rambles on, now looking down at the table

“i know it’s taken a long time to say anything but, it’s just been so hard with everything that has happened. If you want me to admit my feelings to you now then I will. I want to be with you y/n” he admits, still looking down at the table

“i’ve been waiting for long to hear that” you say, moving your hand towards his, grabbing it into your own

“sebastian i have felt something inside of me for so long, and i never knew when it would be the right time to say it but i feel like i don’t ever want to leave your side either. we have been through so much together and i just know that wherever you are, i want to be as well. but not just as your friend sebastian, as more” you admit, staring at your hands intertwining together

“this has turned into quite the serious conversation” he says jokingly, smiling at you

you look up at him and roll your eyes in a playful manner

“i dont think ominis is showing up any time soon” sebastian points out looking around you two “will you come with me?” he asks, tugging at your hands

“of course, where are we going?” you ask as he pulls you out of your chair

“somewhere away from peering eyes” he says guiding you out of the library and in the direction of the undercroft

you blush as he holds your hand through the halls, getting glances from other students standing around

he stands confident and even greets some friends, tugging you gently behind him. it made you feel good that he wasn’t trying to hide the two of you from everyone else

he guides you to the front of the undercroft and gains access for the both of you to walk in

“sebastian why are we coming here?” you ask, confused why he had to take you away from the library

“so i could do this” he says stopping in his tracks, turning around quickly and pushing you gently on the wall behind you

you close your eyes quickly, instantly understanding what was about to happen as soon as he had you against the wall

you feel his mouth hovering over your lips which has you screaming for him to hurry up inside of your head

“is this what you want y/n?” he asks in a low tone, still hovering over your lips

“more than anything” you admit in a whisper

finally you feel his lips, crashing into your passionately. you never felt such heat rise up to your face like that, but oh was it incredible.

there was so much passion and love radiating off you both, it was almost suffocating how amazing you felt in that moment.

soon he pulls away slowly, staring into your eyes breathlessly

“that’s what i wanted too” he says, still inches away from your face

you smile up at him, noticing that your hands made their way up to his hair where they were interlocked with his curls

“sebastian? y/n?” you hear ominis’ voice call out to you two and you both quickly pull away out of shock

“we are right here!” you say out loud to him, helping him guide himself over to you

“i searched for you two in the library” he says walking up to the both of you

“sorry we thought you weren’t coming, so we came down here” you say to him, walking a little closer

“so you come down here to do unspeakable things to each other?” ominis says with a slight grin

“wha-“ you look at him in shock

sebastian let’s out a laugh and walks towards you, putting his arm around your shoulder holding you close

“not that we were doing anything ‘unspeakable’ ominis, but i think i’m allowed to kiss my girlfriend when i want” he says with a smirk

“oh do spare me the details i really don’t want to know” ominis says turning around

“let’s go back to the library we still have things to do” he says walking towards the exit

“girlfriend huh?” you say looking up at sebastian

“if that’s alright with you” he says walking forward with you still under his arm

“i’d love nothing more” you say giving him a quick peck on the cheek as the two of you walk out of the undercroft