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Coping with Sebastian Sallow

Summary: In your seventh year at Hogwarts, the only thing keeping you sane is the comfort of your freckled best friend. After a nightmare, he finds another way to comfort you.

Disclaimer: So this is ending B! Or Sebastian's ending. I want to do a poly ending next so stay tuned for that! If anyone has any suggestions or feedback please let me know!

Rating: E

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

Sebastian would never admit it, but his favourite time of day was definitely first thing in the morning. Everyone assumed he would be grumpy at first light and want to lay abed until late into the afternoon.

And they’d be right. But Sebastian loved mornings because it was when he got to have you all to himself. He loved waking up with you tucked against his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around your midsection and his face buried in your hair. He loved inhaling your sweet scent and listening to your deep breathing.

He also knew in these moments that you weren’t in any pain, and it made his chest swell with pride at the idea that he could keep you safe.

Of course, his hubris immediately came back to bite him as start to you twitch against him, a small, pained whimper leaving your lips as the muscles in your back begin to spasm. He pulls back and gently rolls you so you’re laying with your head on his chest and begins rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder with one hand while the other reaches over to touch your face. The curtains on his four-poster bed are drawn tight against the morning light and quickly Sebastian grabs his wand from under his pillow and casts a silencing charm around the two of you. He then casts another that causes a soft glow to illuminate the space so that he could see your face. Then he puts his want back under his pillow and returns to petting you.

“Shh. It’s okay. That’s my girl.” He repeats in a soothing tone. After a few minutes you still, and sigh as your eyes flutter open.

For a moment you forget where you are, as if you hadn’t woken in Sebastian’s bed most days in you seventh year, with nightmares wracking your body and mind and the pain being simply too much. Slowly, you become aware of Sebastian’s calming voice and his warm sturdy body pressed against yours. He grounded you gently with comforting words and his large, freckled hands innocently exploring your body.

Finally, when the tremors stop you pull back and gaze up at the man holding you. His eyes are already trained on you, his lips twisted in concern.

“Thank you.” You whisper, dropping your eyes shyly at his intense gaze.

Everything about Sebastian had become intense these last few months. You didn’t know how but he seemed to have become an even bigger fixture in your life, barely leaving your side I he could help it. He’s even become physically larger, taller and broader; towering over most of the student body. Only Ominis was taller than him, but unlike the blonde Slytherin prince Sebastian had filled out to the point where his shirts strained at the shoulders and wrists, especially since he’d started playing Quidditch as a Beater.

One of your few true pleasures in life was watching him fly and seeing him play was no exception. The pure joy he radiated was infectious. But lately watching his intense expression as he concentrated on the game made you feel things you weren’t sure if you should feel about a best friend. His low rumbling voice brought your attention back to earth.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, a warm freckled hand to cup the side of your jaw. You take a moment to collect your scattered thoughts then evaluate the state of your sore body. Your back feels tender and the nightmare had exhausted you. You bury your face in his chest, trying to stop the tears in your eyes from overflowing.

“I’m okay. I had a bad dream.” You explain a little ashamed that a mere nightmare would affect you so badly. He nodded.

“Would it feel better if you told me? Get it out?” For a moment you freeze, terrified he would judge you. Then you remember its Sebastian, you’d seen him fall into the lake from his broomstick and burn his eyebrows off with rogue confringo.

“I keep dreaming that I’m getting married.” You say, still not meeting his eyes. “I feel so happy I could burst and then just as my husband lays me down on our marital bed I explode in pain. Everything goes black and when I come back, he’s staring at me with this horrible, disgusted look.”

You shudder, the image of the faceless man's lips curling in revulsion imprinted on your brain. You sigh.

“I’m so tired.” You say and lay your head back down, eyes already closing.

Sebastian watches as you drift off, his hands continuing to rub your shoulder almost absentmindedly. Anger builds in his stomach at the thought of anyone making you feel lesser. If you were his he would make you feel cherished, he swore to himself, you’d never feel anything but adored.

And he could barely think straight after the idea of you and him on your wedding night entered his thoughts.

His head was a mess of hormones and emotions lately. It felt like he was hyper aware of your every movement, when you played with your hair during class or huffed out a breath. You scent maddens him and his every waking moment seemed to be taken up with thoughts of you. Concern, of course, for your wellbeing but starting this summer it had also been a physical response as well. He admitted secretly to himself that he dreamt about you, dreams that ended with him grinding against his pillows or the mattress, glad you weren’t tucked close to him.

When you were next to him, he had to distance himself in the bed, closing his eyes tightly and flexing his legs; willing his raging erection down. Usually, it worked but there were a few times he’d have to flee to the washroom to work himself to orgasm, nightshirt pulled up and stuffed into his mouth to muffle his moans.

He felt the familiar stirrings now and quickly bit his lip, willing himself to calm down. You were his best friend, you trusted him. He couldn’t ruin this with his lewd thoughts and actions.

Finally, he fell into a sort of trance, counting your soft even breaths to anchor himself. He heard the muffled sound of his dorm mates awakening and shuffling around, preparing for the day. He stayed quiet and close to you, not wanting his movements to wake you from a well needed restful sleep.

The dorm had been silent for almost ten minutes when you shifted, wrapping your arm around his chest and pressing yourself against his ribcage. Bad enough that this position pushed your breasts against the thin cotton of your nightdress, but you also threw one of your legs over his, essentially straddling his thigh. Sebastian was rife with panic and lust as he tried to move away, and he would swear on trial that he was just trying to adjust you as to preserve both of your propriety.

But as his hand went to your hip and he shifted the leg you were pressed against, you moaned so sweetly it was like a drug; he was intoxicated instantly. Then with his hand still on your hip and your arms around him, you began to rock slowly. Your breasts pressed against the hard muscle of his abdomen as you were tucked into him with his arm around your shoulders. If he moved the hand that had been rubbing your shoulder, he could cup your breast and feel if your nipples were as hard to his fingers as they felt digging into his side.

You moan again, your breathing becoming heavier as you press yourself into the cotton of his sleep pants. Sebastian could feel your panting, hot against his throat. Suddenly you thrust harder against him with a whine and your knee hitches up and brushes his hardened cock. He couldn’t stop the groan that reverbs through his chest, vibrating your entire being. Suddenly, you still and he feels you sharply inhale. There’s a moment of silence, heavy with possibilities.

“Sebastian?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and he can feel the heat radiating from your blushing cheeks. He lets out a shaky breath, trying to relax his tense body.

“I’m here love.” He says and you don’t notice the term of endearment past rushing of blood in your ears.

“I’m so sorry.” You gasp, jerking away. Sebastian quickly sits up, scrambling after you, and catching your shoulders.

“Wait. Please.” He begs.

Your hands fly up to cover your face with a groan and he grasps them to pull them away so that he can clearly see your flushed face. The lighting is soft within the confines of the green velvet curtains, but he can see the colour high on your cheeks and how your chest heaves. You look absolutely mouthwatering as you bite your lip, finally raising your eyes to meet his.

“I’m so, so sorry.” You repeat. Sebastian shakes his head.

“I really don’t think you have anything to apologize for.” He says, hand going to your chin to tilt your face up towards his, heat blooming deep inside him as your eyes flick down to his lips then back up. Feeling bold, Sebastian lowers his lashes, and you mewl softly as his dark eyes rake over your face and he wets his lips.

“What were you dreaming about this time love?” He asks, his voice husky.

You shudder and move closer to him. You’re both knelt facing each other and you press yourself closer so that his right knee is almost between your legs.

“I was dreaming about the wedding night again.” You whisper, unable to take your eyes off his.

“I was on the bed wearing nothing but the lightest chemise and when I looked up-” You raise a hand to trail up with jaw and gently trace his lips. “When I look up, this time it's you that's standing above me.”

Sebastian shivers and puts a hand on your wrist to hold your fingers to his lips. His next words you feel against the pads of your fingertips.

“What was I doing?” He rasps.

“You were staring at me. But you weren’t disgusted. You looked like you wanted, no, needed me.” Your breath stutters to a halt as he slowly sucks your fingers into his mouth, his tongue curling around your index finger.

“Then what?” He asked around your digit.

“Then you start touching me in places that I didn’t know felt so good.” Your hips nudged forward again and now his knee is pressed fully against your center. Sebastian releases your hand and places his hands on your waist and pulls you into his lap, grinding you down into his thigh. He leans forward and presses his lips against the shell of your ear.

“Keep going.” He whispers roughly, rocking you, revelling in the damp spot that was forming on the fabric of his pants. For a moment you lose yourself in the sweet friction, head falling back with your lips parting. It was somehow better than anything you’d ever felt before.

“What have you felt before?” Sebastian inquires and you jolt, unaware you had voiced your last thought. You meet his lust darkened eyes and he rubs sensual circles on your hip bones, then he slips his hands under your nightgown to caress the silky skin there. You just whine and he grips the skin almost painfully.

“Answer me sweetness.” He commands softly and you shudder.

“I’ve touched myself.” You stammer out. Sebastian raises a dark eyebrow. You can't help but grind your hips down on him, the feeling of your slick seeping through your drawers onto him is exhilarating and the scent of him is heavy in the air. He smells like fire and peppermint, and it clings to the fabric of the bed, you feel as if inhaling it alone could make you come.

“Do you use your fingers?” He asks, almost innocently and you blush. But you can’t help but he honest with him, so you nod. In response he twitches against you, his hips jerking up to push his hard clothed length against where he’s pressed against you.

“I-I use my fingers and sometimes my pillow.”

He groans, his head falling forward to your shoulder. He then gently nips the skin there, making you shiver with desire.

“Does it feel like this?” He asks huskily, rubbing his thigh into your cleft, at the same time shoving his hips forward to press his erection into you again. You shake your head and clutch his shoulder.

“You’re much harder. More intense.” He laughs.

“I would certainly hope so.”

He bucks up against once more you to emphasize his point. The heat between your legs is becoming unbearable, your drawers too slick to get the friction you need, and you whimper.

“S-Sebastian. Please I need...” You trail off, head falling back. Sebastian’s face comes up from the crook of your shoulder and he watches you intently.

“What do you need my love.” He says, one hand coming up to caress your face; his thumb swiping over your lower lip.

“Kiss me. Touch me. Anything. Please!” Your words sound needy even to your ears, but you can’t find it in you to care.

Especially not when he dips his head down to press his lips against yours. You gasp against him, tangling your fingers into his sleep mussed brown hair. He pushes you back against the soft pillows and his scent wafts up to you even stronger than before.

He breaks the kiss and you’re both breathing hard, but you can’t help but melt at the soft look in his hazel eyes. His hands begin to wander over your body, down your shoulders, squeezing your thighs and skimming up your ribs before stopping just below your breasts. His thumbs brush the swell just before your breasts begin and he searches your expression.

“Can I?” He asks, sounding just as wrecked as you feel. You nod quickly and he wastes no time cupping your breasts fully. You arch as a wordless plea leaves your lips. You drop your hands to his shirt, pawing at the buttons. He allows you to pull the garment off him, only taking his hands off you for enough time that it takes to slip his shirt down his shoulders; not wanting to lose the feel of you for a second.

You marvel at the taut muscles under your fingers, exploring first his shoulder then his chest. He has a constellation of freckles all over, and you marvel at the flush that stains his skin and make them stand out even darker. When your hands fall to the waistband of his pants though, he quickly grabs them.

“Not yet.” He almost moans. “I won’t last.”

He then, much to your displeasure, pulls back and slides down your body while looking up at you with a filthy expression. He bunches your nightgown around your waist and kisses your stomach just above the band of your drawers. You arch into him again and his hands come up to press your hips into the mattress.

“Relax.” He purrs. “I want to make you feel good.”

You can barely think at this point, your skin is on fire at the barest touch.

“Please.” You beg. “More.”

Despite your pleas he takes his time, gazing at the wet patch you’ve made with awe. Then he slowly leans forwards and kisses your clothed center. You keen at the sensation of his lips against you and you feel the huff of his laugh. He takes your hands and places them on top of his head and gazes up at you as he hooks his fingers into the waist of your drawers.

“You’re in control here.” He promises as he pulls them down. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

You nod even though you’re sure he’s not looking then almost scream as he licks you from your opening to your clit then back down. His groan reverberates through you and one of your hands fly where it's tangled in his hair to cover your mouth.

He reaches up and tugs your hand back down, not stopping his ministrations for a moment.

“Don’t hold back,” He gasps against your slick lips. “I want to hear you.”

You shake your head frantically, pressing your lips tightly together.

“They’ll hear.” You whisper, eyes darting to the curtains. Sebastian sharply sucks your clit into his lips before dipping his tongue back into your slick.

“They’ve all left. It’s just the two of us.”

With that you let your head fall back and stare up at the canopy above you as he slowly takes you apart. You feel his nimble fingers trail down your thighs and to your opening, gently prodding you open with his index finger. You buck against him and the hand still on your hip pushes you down again then he braces his forearm over your abdomen, pinning you down.

His eyes don’t leave your face as he pumps his finger in time with his tongue, slowly adding another finger as he felt your channel loosen. You can feel the most intense orgasm of your life growing low in your belly and your thighs begin to tremble. His fingers continue to move, stroking your walls, as he lifts his head and nips at your inner thigh.

“Let go.” He whispers and you raise your head to look at him. His lips glisten with your arousal and his tongue darts out to swipe it up, his eyes closing at the taste. When they open you swear, they’re glowing.

“Look at me when you come” he says. “I want to see it.”

You whine, canting your hips, fighting the urge to close your eyes. His eyes stay on yours as he lowers his mouth back to your clit, tongue swirling around it and fingers pressing against that spot you could never reach.

Despite his holding you down you almost buck him off with the intensity of your orgasm. A ragged cry drags itself from your chest and your fingers tighten to an almost painful level in Sebastian’s hair. He groans against you, one arm dropping so he can palm his erection.

Finally, you push him away as overstimulation makes you whimper. He pulls back looking like sin incarnate, licking your essence from his lips. He doesn’t let you breathe as he surges forward to capture your lips gain, his tongue swiping into your mouth messily. You can taste yourself on him and it stokes the fire within you as you gasp and you tongues tangle. Its messy with teeth and lips colliding but it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever felt.

Sebastian only pulls back to pull you nightgown over your head then he presses his lips back to yours. He finally lets you pull his pants down, freeing his now painfully hard cock. He hisses as your wrap your fingers around his length, and you pull away to and your eyes dart down to it. He doesn’t blush as you look at him with naked want, licking your lips.

He's thick, so thick you can barely close your fingers around him. The head is red, and the rest is dark and veined, he feels like silk wrapped around steel. Curiously you stroke him up and down, fascinated with the way it twitches in your grasp. Suddenly he catches your hand, and your eyes jerk up to meet his

“Not yet.” He says, leaning forwards and kissing you almost sweetly. “I want to feel you.”

The admission takes your breath away, as does the soft way he’s looking up at you from beneath hooded lids. You nod eagerly and he sweeps in to kiss you again before pulling back and gripping your thighs, gently parting and slotting himself between them. He turns so that his back is against the headboard and pulls you onto his lap straddling him. His cock is pressed against your lower stomach, smearing precum on your fevered skin. He takes a moment to get you settled, running his hands up your ribs and brushing against the puckered skin of your scar. You groan at the soothing feel of his hands against you. He then guides you so that the tip of him is pressed against your dripping opening, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours.

“Go at your pace. You can stop at any time if it hurts.”

You nod and take a shuddering breath. Then, with your hands on his shoulders you begin to slowly lower yourself. The unfamiliar feeling of the stretch has you sucking in a breath between your teeth, but you don’t stop. It's different, but not bad you decide.

You don’t stop until you’re fully seated on him, eyes fluttering at the deep pleasure it invokes. Sebastian can barely hold back from thrusting into you as he watches you bite your lip, breasts heaving. Finally, you rock your hips forward and Sebastian feels his eyes roll into the back of his head.

You moan, not bothering to hold back your noises anymore as your fingers dig into his shoulders. His hands were gripping your hips so hard he was sure he would leave bruises, but you don't care. He can't keep his eyes off you as you increased your pace, bouncing desperately up and down on his lap.

Suddenly he leaned forward to press his lips into yours, swallowing the sweet noise you made. Even muffled, you adore the sounds Sebastian made. He was unrepentant in his need for you, growling and moaning right along with you. When he finally lets you breathe, he wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you to his chest and bucking up into your heat. This put his mouth right by your ear and he begins to whisper the filthiest things.

“You feel so fucking good.” He gasps. “Wrapped so tightly around my cock. I’ve wanted you for so long, needed you in my bed. You’re mine, tell me you’re mine.”

The last words came out as a ragged plea and you nodded vigorously.

“I’m yours. Please, I’m yours.” Your voice is hoarse now. “I’m so close Sabastian please.”

You felt him smile against your skin as his pace increases. You are barely able to keep up at this point.

Then he tips you back, bracing his arms so you won’t fall hard on your sensitive back, and increases his tempo. You’re practically sobbing at this point, thrashing your head back and forth against the soft covers. Sebastian’s adjusted his hips, and his pelvis was suddenly pressed right against your aching clit, and you barely have the breath to stutter out his name before you were soaring.

Sebastian barely holds on as your walls clench around him, and a wash of warmth and wetness soak him. Pounding into you as you continue to flutter around him, Sebastian chases his own release. It only takes a few frantic thrusts before he is burying his head in your neck and he bites down, suckling the tender skin there as he exploded within you.

The heat of his bite and the warmth that flooded you trigger another orgasm, and you see stars, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him as close as possible.

As you both come down, Sebastian lazily thrusts his semi-hard cock within you, basking in the afterglow. After a few shuddering breaths he finally slips out of you and lays next to you, limbs shaking slightly. You tuck yourself against him again, hands slowly exploring his sweat slick body. Your heart feels so full, and you find yourself blinking back tears. At your sniffle Sebastian pulls back and cups your face to tilt it up to him.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks anxiously. You shake your head and lean up to kiss him sweetly on the lips.

“I love you.” You whisper, eyes scanning his face for any reaction.

A grin immediately split his freckled face and he pulls you against his lips. Then he pulls back and kisses your nose, forehead, eyelids and even chin. You giggle helplessly as he settles back on your lips before pulling back and looking at you with adoring hazel eyes.

“I love you too.” He says. “So much it hurts. Please will you be mine?”

He intertwines his fingers with yours, still not taking has eyes off yours. You squeeze his hand.

“I’m already yours. I always have been.”

Somehow he grins even wider.

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade today? Make it official?”

You roll your eyes. Then you push your face into his bare chest, ignoring the twitch you feel from his lower half.

“After I wake up.” You say, voice muffled by warm skin. He laughs his infectious laugh, and you find yourself smiling in turn.

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flyingdren · 10 months

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Coping With Ominis Gaunt

Summary: After dealing with chronic pain for three years you reach the end of your rope. Luckily a certain blonde Slytherin is holding the other end

Disclaimer: So this is ending A! Or Ominis' ending. I will post Seb's then the threesome ending in the next few days I hope. My fingies hurt

Rating: E

Pairing: Ominis x F!Reader

As you neared the end of your seventh year at Hogwarts sometimes you completely forgot that you had ever been cursed. But some days, like today, you didn’t even feel like a person.

One good thing about your best friend being blind was that Ominis was so much more perceptive to your moods, even if you were trying to put up a brave front. Ominis had noticed throughout the day you getting quieter and quieter and your breathing becoming labored even as you teased Anne about her continued relationship with a certain Gryffindor and bid farewell to Sebastian as he went to his library duties.

Which is why when you skipped supper in favour of sneaking down to the quiet of the Undercroft he was already there with a small picnic set out on a pile of blankets and pillows.

“Ominis, what’s this all about?” You asked, glad he couldn’t see your face immediately flame.

“I knew you wouldn’t go to dinner today, so I thought I’d bring dinner to you.” He said, waving his off hand over the spread. “And if you don’t eat neither will I.” He said primly.

You rolled your eyes and sat down, reaching for an egg tart. He’d been very accommodating, all the foods were bite sized versions of your favourites. You sat back but groaned softly as a small bolt of pain rang through you.

“Come here, dove.” He murmured reaching towards you. You shyly moved to sit closer to him, leaning against his shoulder so you wouldn’t have to hold yourself up.

In truth, it was similar to how you’d end up naturally, Ominis was always there to support you, physically and emotionally.

You hadn’t taken notice of how it made you feel until the end of this last summer. It had been a cool summer's day promising rain later and you’d been curled up against Ominis while Anne and Sebastian had gone to collect sea shells for a wreath Anne was making. Ominis had been wary of the beach since he’d fallen into a tide pool the year before and you had been cranky from lack of sleep. So naturally you both had decided that napping in the mid-afternoon sun was the best way to spend your time.

You had just woken, blissfully pain-free, with your head on his shoulder and one leg slung over his hip. An idle thought had crossed your mind that Ominis smelled nice, he always smelled nice, when you’d felt something twitch against your leg just above the knee. You froze, wondering if you’d truly felt what you thought you had when your sleeping friend sighed softly and rocked his hips. You blushed from the roots of your hair down your entire body but instead of feeling embarrassment or disgust, you felt…heat. Not the heat of the sun or the heat of pain on your back, but the heat of heavy arousal low in your belly. You felt the heat of his member pressed against your leg and for a moment you wondered what that heat would feel like elsewhere. At the thought you had quickly disentangled yourself, tucking yourself safely against his side and vowed never to think about your friend like that again.

Thankfully it wasn’t an unbreakable vow because otherwise you’d have been dead by morning.

Bringing yourself back to the present you were aware of Ominis’ sturdy presence next to you. Both boys had gone through a growth spurt this last year but while Sebastian had only grown a few inches and broadened at the shoulders, Ominis seemed to have shot up almost seven inches as he now towered over you and the rest of the student body. He was almost the same height as Solomon. Because of this you found yourself pressed against his chest more often during these moments.

You craned your head up and watched the underside of his jaw as he raised his goblet to his lips and took a sip. You swallowed hard as his adam's apple bobbed twice. He'd filled out as well, but he’d never be as muscled as Sebastian; who played as a beater for Slytherin. Not that you or any other girls seemed to mind. His shoulders strained the fabric of his uniform shirt and only around you did he unwind enough to loosen his tie and undo the top button of his vest. The thought of undoing buttons brought your gaze down to his hands as he peeled an orange, slowly as if he knew what he was doing to you. Juice dripped down his thumb and he absentmindedly brought it up to his mouth, licking the sticky nectar away.

You whimpered and his attention was immediately on you.

“Are you alright dove? In pain?”

“A little.” You admitted, letting out a shaky breath.

The hand not holding the orange came up and cupped your face, the thumb he had just licked gently rubbing across your bottom lip. It was too much. You surged forward, intent on kissing the juice off his lips, when your back lit up and you instead fell into him with a strangled cry. He caught you, dropping the fruit and bracing you with both hands, and held you while trembled. Suddenly the whole situation caught up to you and you began to cry, softly at first then gut-wrenching sobs that shook you both. Ominis held you, one hand around your shoulders and the other cupping the back of your head and pressing you to his chest. He made soft soothing noises while stroking your hair, and after a few minutes, your sobs quieted.

“I’m just- so tired.” You whispered into his now ruined shirt. “I just want to be normal. I’m tired of always hurting.” Ominis nodded and you knew he understood the desire. Finally, after you had composed yourself somewhat, you pulled away and looked at him. As usual, his cloudy opal eyes were focused on yours. You took a shuddering breath, fingers tightening on the front of his shirt.

“I just want to feel good for once. But I can’t even kiss you.” The confession hung in the air for a moment and it was Ominis’ turn to inhale shakily. Slowly his fingers moved from the back of your head to your face, trailing over your lips to your eyes then following the tear tracks down to your throat. He then cupped your jaw and pressed his forehead gently to yours.

“Then, let me kiss you.” He said. He felt you nod and his lips pressed against yours, so sweetly you felt like you’d melt. His kiss deepened and, almost unconsciously, he pulled you fully into his lap, your legs straddling either side of his thighs. He pulled back after a sweet moment, breathing hard.

“This okay?” He asked, the hand not on your face falling from your upper arm to your hip. You bit your lip and moved slightly, wiggling on his lap and causing a small stifled moan and his grasp to tighten on your waist.

“Wait love, don’t-“ His words were cut off with a strangled noise as you felt the same hardness you’d felt that day in Feldcroft.

“Is this?” You asked, breathless. His head fell to your shoulder as you moved again, pressing that heated part of you against the hard part of him; purposefully this time.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, obviously fighting for control. You pulled away, your fingers uncurling from the front of his shirt and cupping both sides of his face, tilting his head upwards so that you could see his face.

“If you don’t want me it's okay. I won’t be upset.” You bit your lip. You’d be a little upset but you wouldn’t hold it against him. Ominis took his hands off your waist and placed them over yours on his face, turned and kissed your left palm. Then he leaned forward and kissed you on the lips.

“My dear, I have wanted you since I was thirteen years old. And the only reason I didn’t before that was because Sebastian convinced me that Anne had given you cooties.” He laughed and you giggled with him. Then he kissed you again, slowly and languidly, his lips opening yours and his tongue gently teasing you. His hands explored your body gently, one hand against your lower back and the other tracing down your ribs to cup your bottom. You moved against him again and his arm wrapped itself around your waist and encouraged the movement as he rocked his hips upwards. You had just enough time to become dizzy from the heat of the kiss and the tension in your belly before he pulled away with a soft smile.

“Perhaps we should move this to somewhere that is not the hard stone floor.” He said, arching a pale brow.

You giggled and he stood, lifting you with him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to a sofa that you had installed last year for naps. It was comfortable and more importantly big enough for two. He laid you on your back being careful not to jostle you, and knelt above you, hands braced on either side of your head, then he leaned forward to capture your lips. Your hands came up and your fingers tangled into his hair as you pulled him closer, your hips tilting up seeking the earlier friction.

“So needy.” He murmured against your mouth then pulled away. His hands found the front of your blouse and he began to unbutton it, kissing the skin that was exposed to his questing lips. You arched into him with a small noise

“Don’t worry love,” He said, his breath hot and wet on the skin of your clavicle. “Let me take care of you.”

Tingles shot through you, all thought of pain gone in the heat of his fingers and tongue. He pushed your blouse off your shoulders and you helped him pull your skirt off, leaving you in nothing but your chemise and drawers. You didn’t feel shy about being so undressed with him fully clothed, even if he could see. Witnessing him with his tie loose, vest unbuttoned and hair messy from running your hands through it made you feel like he was more naked than you.

He sat back as if he was watching you, but he didn’t have his wand, having left it with the picnic. Instead he listened to your quickened breathing as he pulled his tie and vest off, then began unbuttoning his shirt. He was slow and meticulous at first then as he heard you slip your drawers off he became almost frantic the last few buttons hitting the stone floor under them. Then his lips reclaimed yours and he reached up under your chemise to cup your breasts while his tongue played behind our teeth. At the feeling of his hand toying with your breast, thumb gently teasing under your nipple before flicking upwards, you raised your pelvis and rubbed wantonly against his. The hand not currently taking you apart moved to your hip stilling your movements then back to your breast kneading the soft flesh.

“Patience, dove.” He said smiling.

Then he groaned as his fingers moved down your hip then up your thigh to your heat. You arched your back with a soft moan as they explored, running up and down your slit and pausing at the hard pearl of your clitoris. He pressed down, his hips twitching as you keened, and he began to move both hands in tandem; one gentle while the other was rougher. Finally he pulled his body back taking his weight off of you. Your chemise was pushed past your breasts and he had wedged himself between your thighs, one hand massaging your sweet heat and the other pressed into your chest feeling the fluttering of your pounding heart. He wished with all his being that he could see you then, as he pushed his middle finger into your tight depths; but the sound alone of you needy cry and the wet noises your body made were enough to make him light-headed. Slowly he added another finger, pumping in and out of you while his other hand moved down to grip your knee so you wouldn’t close your legs.

You startled him by reaching out and cupping your hand to the front of his trousers, making him twitch and curl the fingers inside you. You gasped and your hand tightened on him making him groan.

“Please.” You whimpered. “I need more.”

You were going to be the death of him. He leaned down and kissed your temple, fingers picking up speed. His other hand released you leg as he grasped your wrist and pressed it to the sofa by your shoulder.

“Let me take care of you.” He repeated. “Have to open you up first. Have you ever touched yourself here?” His lips were still pressed against the sweat stained skin at your temple he felt you frantically shake your head. He smiled in triumph.

“Too bad, I'd love to hear it.” He hummed, fingers slowing down and speeding up seemingly at random. “Sometimes I think about catching you down here, hand between your legs and my name on your lips. Much more fun to imagine than anything in history of magic hm?” He punctuated the words with curls of his fingers. You didn’t know where he had hidden this filthy side of himself, but you were glad he didn’t seem to expect you to respond because you were nearly incoherent with pleasure.

“That’s it sweet girl.” He said, luxuriating in the feeling of your breath across his neck. “Cum for me, I want to feel it.”

As if on command your back arches, clenching hard around his fingers with a strangled cry. He tenderly kissed your forehead and whispered sweet words and soft praises as you came down from your high. Finally you open your eyes and look at him, shirtless with tented breaches, gazing down at you with unseeing adoring eyes.

“Good?” He asked and you laugh and stretch, happily noting the pain has receded to basically nothing. You sit up and give him a peck , tasting his smile. Then as he relaxes into you, your hands find their way to the front of his pants, undoing his belt. He pulls away but not giving up you follow him until your knelt in front of him.

“I want this.” You remind him. Then you put some pout into your voice.

“Don’t you want me to feel good.” His eyes narrow at you.

“You little minx.” He says, tone mock stern. Then he brings his fingers to his lips, still wet with your slick, and licks them slowly with a groan. You moan at the sight, hips canting against nothing as you seek friction.

“One day,” He says, hands replacing yours at his belt. “I’ll taste you directly. But it seems you’re not the only needy one here.”

With that he pulls his pants down and his member springs free, proud and upright. You try not to stare but you’ve never seen one before and you don’t think they’re supposed to look so… appealing. Almost pretty. Its pale like the rest of him and it curves upwards, and even has beauty marks like the one spotted along his face and chest. You suddenly have the strange urge to take him in your mouth but the heat between your legs refuses to be ignored.

Ominis puts a gentle hand on your hip and pulls you as you lay back so you’re laying beneath him. He takes a pillow that had fallen to the floor and places beneath you so that your hips are angled towards him. Then he rubs the head of his cock against your opening, dragging it upwards then back down; collecting your slick. He then fists his hand over the length lubricating it with you. He keeps his senses trained on you as he slowly pressed himself into your heat, eyes fluttering closed at the heat and tightness. He’s suddenly grateful for his blindness as he’s sure that the sight of you, combined with the feeling and the sweet noises you're making would have him spilling before he even got fully inside you.

Finally, he bottomed out; hips pressed flushed against yours, fighting not to move.

“Are you okay?” He asked, slightly out of breath.

You feel the strange sensation of fullness deep inside but after the initial sting the only thing you felt was a primal need.

“Yes.” You almost beg. “Please don’t stop. Please.” Your hips jerked against his on their own volition and he chuckled.

“Much obliged dove.” And he began to move, slowly rocking his hips against yours and keeping a gentle steady rhythm. It wasn’t long before you were whining and your hands came up to hold onto his forearms as he braced his hands on either side of your head to keep his weight from overpowering you.

Seemingly gibberish was falling from your kiss bruised lips as your head craned back against the cushions of the sofa. But Ominis knew you, so he could understand the gasped 'pleases' and 'mores' as well as his name over and over. Unable to hold back he increased his pace, becoming overcome with need. It set you alight to see the usually reserved man you've come to love so much become like this and you felt your second orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Ominis please! I’m so close.” He almost came at the words but instead pulled back, one hand sliding down your body to grip your hip tightly and the other slipping between your thighs to rub your sensitive nub. You wailed as you felt your body shudder with pleasure, whiting out your vision for a moment. He kept going at this brutal pace and you felt another orgasm crest over you. The pleasure seemed to go on forever.

As your walls tightened and milked him, Ominis increased his pace, chasing his own release. His fingers were digging into your hips so hard he was sure he’d leave marks and he had a moment of satisfaction as he thought of his mark on you. Then his world erupted as he came deep inside you, grinding his hips against yours to prolong the feeling. Then he fell forward catching himself before he could crush you and twisted, slipping out pulling you to his chest.

“I love you.” He said softly and felt your sleepy smile against his chest. As you nuzzled into him he felt a wave of sentimentality. He reached down and took the hand resting on his stomach, your left, and traced the ring finger.

“I’m going to marry you.” He said to the cool air. He wasn’t sure if you were asleep or not but in that moment he didn’t care.

“I’m going to marry you. I’m going to take your name and I’m going to take the Gaunt fortune and we will live somewhere beautiful in a pretty house.” He vowed. He felt you smile against him and realized you were indeed still awake.

“Can Anne and Sebastian come live with us?” You asked, your voice heavy with sleep. Ominis grinned.

“We might have to invite Weasley too.” He warned. You nuzzled closer to him, enjoying his musky scent.

“As long as he doesn’t blow up my pretty house.”

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I had this idea of doing a story with multiple endings for all the people who can't decide between Seb or Ominis.

Plot Summary: So what would happen if you'd been friends with Anne, Sebastian, and Ominis since you were sorted into Slytherin at eleven. What would you do if someone tried to curse your best friend in front of you?

I'll link at the bottom Ominis, Sebastians, and a poly chapter with both! Because why choose

If anyone wants to read anything else about these two please let me know! I'm a little besotted

Disclaimer: This chapter is PG but the final chapters with the boys are a hard (wink) E. If you're not into that and want to read a fluffy PG version let me know!

You woke up the summer of your fourth year to one of your best friends poking you insistently.

“Wake up!” Anne hissed. You blink groggily up at the pale brunette, slightly annoyed.

“I am not helping you put toad spawn in Sebastian’s shoes.” You groan, burying your face into your pillow. Anne rolls her eyes and pokes you again.

“Never mind that. There’s someone at the old manor! I think they’re robbing the place.” You lift you head and stare at her.

“And that pertains to us how?” You ask. Anne huffs and grabs your wrist.

“Because. It’s our village and we have to protect it from thieves and rapists.” You can’t help but snort as you dress, fingers automatically lacing and buttoning your cloths in the dark.

“Your uncle is an Auror. Shouldn’t he handle this?”

“Ex-Auror.” Anne corrects, already dressed. “And he’s not here tonight.

“The boys?” You inquire, nodding towards the door at the other end of the room leading to the room that held your other two best friends. Anne shook her head.

“They wouldn’t let us go. You know how Sebastian is.” With that she grabbed her wand and marched out of the house. And, knowing how Anne was, you followed vowing to keep your friend as far from bodily harm as possible.

You met her outside the house and with a jerk of her head and a finger to her lips Anne guided you up the hill towards the old house that stood like a lurking creature at the top. As you squinted at it you saw that what Anne had said was true. Torches were moving back and forth in the windows and you could hear voices carrying down to you. The two of you quickly made your way there and stopped just outside the stone fence, crouching behind it and peeking out. You saw short figures moving to and fro and heard dark gravelly voices muttering back and forth. Anne’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Goblins? What would goblins want with an old house?” Before you could answer Anne stood up and ducked around the wall.

“I’m going to get a closer look.” Before you could protest she was running into the dark. You hissed her name and followed, but when you went around the corner of the house after her a dark voice ripped through the gloom.

“Children should be seen and not heard.” A bolt of red shot through the air at your friend. Without evening thinking you threw yourself forward, hitting Anne and taking her to the ground. As a result, the curse hit you full in the back and you felt your skin splitting down to the bone as agony coursed through you. You’d never had Crucio cast on you but you could imagine that it felt like this. You heard screaming but you weren’t sure if it was you or Anne.

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You woke later the next day in St. Mungo’s. At your change of breathing you heard frantic shuffling, then a familiar voice.

“Hey. Hey, you’re awake. Thank Merlin.” You open your eyes to see Sebastian standing over you, eyes wide and hair even messier than usual. Glancing around him you see Anne slumped asleep in a chair by the window next to an also sleeping Ominis. Sebastian glances over his shoulder at the two then back at you.

“How are you feeling? I was so scared when I heard Anne screaming. I – we – thought you were dead.” You open your mouth then wince at the dryness of your throat. Sebastian sees this and quickly goes to work grabbing you some water. He carefully lifts your head and helps you take a sip before settling you back down.

“Thank you.” You whisper and he nods.

“No, thank you. Anne says that the curse was meant for her. You’re a hero.” His eyes are a little shiny in the dim candlelight and you flush a little at his words and shake your head. You plant your arms on the bed and try to push yourself up to refute his claim but a wave of agony so strong you almost pass out whites out your vision. It feels as if you’re being skinned alive and a strangled scream leaves your throat. Both of your sleeping friends jolt awake at the sound and suddenly you have three sets of hands holding you up.

“What happened.” Ominis is staring at you in that uncanny way he has, always able to find your face and eyes even across the room.

“I don’t know.” You whimper. “My back. It hurts.”

You’re gasping by now. Slowly and gently, the three of them pull you up to a sitting position and Anne carefully pulls the back of your gown down, her fingers feeling amazingly cool against your burning skin. You’re too busy lost in the soothing touch to even be embarrassed about Sebastian seeing the bare skin of your shoulders.

“There’s nothing here.” She whispers. “Just a scar. Where the curse hit you I think.” You frown.

“I felt it cut me when I got hit.” Sebastian’s fingers tighten in rage where they held your arms.

“They put a healing salve on it.” Ominis explained. “I heard them say so to Solomon.”

“It looks like those four sided stars they put on Christmas trees.” Anne said, putting your dress back to rights. You lay back, the pain fading to almost nothing.

“At least its pretty.” You sigh. Anne smiles but then begins to cry.

“It’s all my fault. I brought you there. I wanted to see what they were doing. I’m so sorry..” She trails off, burying her face in her hands.

“No, no.” You coo, slowly leaning forward so as to not aggravate your injury. “I’m glad it hit me and not you. I can handle pain much better than you.”

Anne stopped crying instantly, her indignation cutting off her grief.

“What makes you think that?” She demanded.

“I’m taller than you.” You say pertly and Anne sputters.

“You’re the same height.” Ominis pipes up dryly and before you can ask him how the hell he knows that, a nurse pokes her head into the room.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” She says smiling a little too brightly. You sit up again and Sebastian quickly moves to help you, settling you fully upright against the pillows.

“Your parents are here. I’ll send them in. Your friends can wait outside.” You swallow and nod, sending a slightly panicked look to Anne who glances back in commiseration.

You were muggle-born and while your parents weren’t ‘anti-magic’ it scared the hell out of them. They thought you might explode either themselves or their house at any second which was the reason you spent so much time at the Sallow house even if they did claim it was because the train ride was shorter from Feldcroft to Hogwarts.

Your friends shuffled out and a pair of terrified muggles shuffled in. Instead of coming to sit next to you as the others had they both stood at the foot of the bed, your father standing slightly in front of your mother as if shielding her. Suddenly you realize that your earlier explosion metaphor may not be all that far off in their eyes.

Over the next few minutes you alternately try to coax them closer and calm them down but in the end, its Solomon’s intervention that saves you. He announces that you would stay with him for the rest of the summer and the professors at Hogwarts would surely have a solution in the coming semester. You knew they trusted the man, all you’d had to do was tell them he was a wizard police officer, so they agreed quickly and with relief. They left soon after that, edging nervously around Ominis as he and the others came back in. This made you scowl at their backs as no insult to you could.

“They still think he’s cursed?” Sebastian asked in a low voice at your look. You nod.

“Superstitious twaddle.”

You spend the next few days with healer after healer attempting to rectify the curse placed on you. It caused terrible pain radiating from the scar if you moved too quickly or harshly; otherwise it was a dull ache. You insisted you could manage it. You had to. If you couldn’t return to Hogwarts you would be consigning yourself to being a muggle for the rest of your life and after five years of magic, the thought of having your wand snapped gave you worse pain than any curse could ever.

So, in a week you return to the Sallow house with your three best friends to support you. By the time you are all back at Hogwarts, you’re starting to get a handle on what causes the pain to worsen and what helps in the times when it's unavoidable. The dull ache fades to the back of your mind most of the time but it's always there and it's exhausting. There are times when you can’t sleep for hours on end because of it and even when you can you are plagued with nightmares. What if you hadn’t been there? Or if Anne had woken Sebastian or Ominis? What if the pain was bad all the time? You’d wake up covered in sweat or wracked with agony. At first, you woke the others in your dorm with your cries but after a while, you got better at keeping silent. You knew Anne was so full of guilt already, that you didn’t need to add to her suffering.

It was when you stopped sleeping that you noticed a difference in the two boys. They had always been caring in their own way, they were your best friends after all, but now they took it up to eleven. Sebastian in particular wouldn’t let you carry anything heavier than your wand and would probably carry you from class to class if you’d allow it. Ominis was always fetching anything you wanted or needed and encouraging you to eat even if the pain got too bad. Because of your injury, you couldn’t ride a broom so you spent those classes with your blind partner in crime. You found it soothing to read to him on the lawn while the other student flew around far above your heads. He joked he wanted to be close for when Sebastian eventually fell off his broom.

Sebastian got many a-detention by sneaking into the restricted section in hopes of finding ways to help the pain until you impatiently asked him why he hadn’t asked a teacher for access. This befuddled him enough that he didn’t say anything while you marched to Madam Scribner and asked if Sebastian could help in the library in return for a pass to the section. He became an assistant of sorts to her and what that meant was that you barely had to think of a book you wanted before he had it for you.

To be fair he did find a few helpful treatments, including a numbing oil that he commissioned from Garreth Weasley after you explained a muggle version you’d read about. It made it so that drying off after a bath wasn’t agonizing. Of course, Garreth brewing this did come at a cost, namely Sebastian not turning him into a small mammal after he finally asked Anne to go to Hogsmeade with him, which you were grateful for. You would hate for all your hard work encouraging them to actually talk to each other instead of staring longingly across the potions table to come to nothing because of a jealous twin brother. You even held his attention on the day of the big date by insisting Sebastian teach Ominis to fly while you shouted encouraging things from the ground.

At the end of the year, you went home and spent two whole weeks with your parents with them alternately scurrying around you, and trying to make you take muggle pain relievers, which you outright refused; you knew what things like cocaine did to people's minds. Thankfully they sent you to Feldcroft not long after for which you were thankful.

In your sixth year, Ominis found out you weren’t sleeping when you fell asleep during charms, a class you actually enjoyed. After much coaxing, you admitted to him about the nightmares and he finally opened up to you about his. You discovered his secret about his parents using the unforgivable curses on him and found solace in your shared experiences. You also discovered what a nice napping buddy he could be and, as you both found the undercroft soothing, you could often be found there curled up in a pile; like bunnies in a warren.

Ominis never kept secrets if he could help it so after hearing Sebastian ask you for the umpteenth time about the dark circles under your eyes he took Sebastian aside and quietly explained the situation. At first, the dark-haired boy was angry, demanding to know why you hadn’t told him yourself. Ominis told him your worries about Sebastian’s anxiety and Anne’s guilt. How Sebastian had finally stopped constantly looking for a cure. He listened, and together with Ominis, met with you at the library where they softly comforted you and explained that they would always be there to help.

A few nights later when he couldn’t sleep Ominis found you in the common area, staring out into the water. Without a word, he sat next to you on the lounge and pulled you close, and together you fell asleep. This became routine, one of them would come down to the common room in the middle of the night and curl up with you on the couch by the window where you'd both be found fast asleep in the morning. It was like they had a second sense of when your pain got bad.

As you got older, the burden of the pain became harder to bear. You found yourself, instead of waiting for one of them to join you on the couch, simply going to their dorm room and slipping into one of their beds. Usually whoever was most awake. This is how you found that Sebastian was a serious cuddler, he liked to wrap his arms around you and pull you so tightly to his chest that you could barely move.

Ominis on the other hand simply liked having you close to him and would lightly lay a hand on some part of your body. Top of your head, arm thrown over your waist, or holding your hand in his. If you woke with a nightmare or pain he would whisper gentle words to you and stroke your face. Sebastian would hold you tightly and do the same.

When you told Anne she acted scandalized and later confronted the boys about the possible consequences to your reputation.

“Reputation?” Sebastian scoffed. “Who cares about something daft like that.”

But Ominis looked concerned for a moment.

“Wait. Maybe Anne’s right. What about when she wants to get married?”

Sebastian glanced at the girl in question who was deep in conversation with Poppy across the lawn. She was clutching Duncan tightly by the back of the robes as the Hufflepuff girl held a Puffskein out to him. Sebastian grinned as he turned to face Ominis.

“Then one of us will have to marry her.”

Ending A: Ominis

Ending B: Sebastian

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