#Hogwarts legacy scenario

[slytherinsomniari]

HL OC Headcanon: How Aesop Sharp Proposed to Eleanor Knightley

I decided that I would post this here as well. I didn't flesh it out and maybe someday I will fully write it out, but for now, here is how Professor Sharp Proposed to my oc Eleanor Knightley.

Aesop Sharp visits Eleanor's family with her once they've been together for a while & drops a bombshell by asking her father for his blessing. Eleanor is completely shocked, not expecting this at all. She blushes and stutters out, asking what he's doing but is told to be quiet. As she looks into his eyes, she sees a firm determination that she's never seen before—even in him. He is dead set on this. Professor Sharp and her father move to her father's office to discuss business. Sharp puts forth his desires and talks about the specifics like the dowry, where she would live, etc. In the meantime, Eleanor sits there gob smacked in the parlor. Looking to her mother for help, she only gets a wry smile & a giggle. It appears that she was to be left in the dark—a first time for her, especially with something so big. The only thing she can do is anxiously wait until Sharp got done talking to her father.

Eventually he exits her father's office & reenters the parlor. Eleanor jolts as soon as she sees him and his eyes narrow like a hawk. With firm steps he walks towards her, telling her that they are to take a stroll in the garden. She reluctantly agrees, finding the whole situation confusing and flustering. As they stroll through the garden, it is made apparent that the girl that was once so loud, once so confident, is now a confused, meek girl. Her mind is flooded with so many thoughts and as she is led through the garden where she grew up—the place she used to run through & explore so daringly as a child.

After a while, Sharp stops once they are further into the garden, away from prying eyes. He turns to her, staring directly into her eyes. "Eleanor" he says, his voice coming out as both soft and firm at the same time, "You are one of the most foolhardy, arrogant, mischievous young women I know. You brazenly defy all authority, taking no orders from anyone—taking your life as well as others—into your own hands and damning the consequences. You maintain a daring attitude in spite of your proper upbringing and have become such an astonishingly brave young woman—whether that be influence from your brothers or your own choosing.

Despite all this, or rather, because of it, I have grown fond of you. You have somehow made yourself irreplaceable to me. You mean the world to me—a thought in which would have been impossible before. Your chaos, your reckless deeds, your confidence and pride in yourself and appearance that bears no conceit, your uncanny ability to draw people in...they are all parts of you that I adore. The person—no—woman I love is so much more than the sum of her parts. The love I bear for you grows stronger every moment I spend in your presence. You, Eleanor, have changed me. Wholly and utterly changed me. I cannot go on any longer without you—without knowing of your affection—without knowing if you feel the same.

You are young, this is true, and many at Hogwarts will come to question our relationship. But that is no matter. The only people that matter in this are you and I—and only you can end my suffering.

I never would have dreamt that you would become so dear to me. I would love to have you, to be with you, to hold you close every waking moment. You are the one I want in my bed beside me. If time but allowed us to meet sooner we would have had more to spend together, but that is not the case. All I can offer you is the time with me now and forever, until old age makes us part. And that is enough, for I am blessed to spend but even one second in your presence—in the light of your love. Eleanor, would you do me the honor and walk with me? Not under my control, but side by side? Now and forever, will you do the honor of becoming my wife?"

The look on Eleanor's face says everything. Her mouth hangs open and her skin is pale yet rosy, tears pooling in her brilliant green eyes. She had wanted this moment for a while, but never knew if or when it would come. And it was not a leash and collar—it was a marriage of equals, one where she would retain her independence and freedom. She would not have to bow down in meek acceptance like the muggle women do in high society. She could do whatever she wanted, with the one she loves by her side.

"Yes!" She exclaims with a teary smile. Touched by all of the emotion that came from the usually stern professor, Eleanor is truly beginning to understand the depth of his feelings.

"I would love nothing more, Aesop, than to spend the rest of my life with you until eternity and beyond. Now and forever, in everlasting bliss."

[choccy-milky]

im finally playing HL again after only playing it once when it first came out, and thanks to mods (especially @silverxstardust's clothing mod) i finally made clora how i like her...LOOK AT HER.....my baby angel darling👼💖💖

seriously tho playing the game again after all this time (especially now that im playing as CLORA clora, and not just clora that was a random chara i made) is so different, but its also taking me back so much🥹😭💖

[noelles-legacy]

An evening stroll with Millie, Sebastian, Noelle and Ominis💚🤍

Noelle’s a bit oblivious when it comes to taking hints, but in a way it still works out. I imagine her love language is more gift giving while Ominis is more based on physical touch and quality time. They both still appreciate each other though❤️

Oh! And of course Millie @the-ozzie and her Sebastian are there too! I could definitely see Millie and Noelle getting together really well and I feel like her and Sebastian set a good example (couple wise) on how Noelle and Ominis get together, since neither of them don’t really know how to show affection, even though they both know they love each other… there a work in progress.

[serpentsillusion]

**MC shows Sebastian and Ominis her pet cat.**

MC: Dis my cat *holds cat up like a baby*

Sebastian: Aw, look at the kitty! Ominis: Uhm...

MC: Pet him.

*Sebastian goes to pet him* *mreowwwww..... CHOMP!*

Sebastian: OW! HE FRICKIN BIT ME!! 😨😫

MC: awwww! So cute! 🥰

Ominis: Maybe he just doesn't like you Sebastian, animals are good judges of character you know. Let me try. 😒

*Ominis puts his hand out to pet da kitty*

*Mreowwwwwwww....hiss*

Ominis: Nevermind. 😐

MC: Aww! He likes you guys! 🥰Sebastian: That cats frickin feral!! What the hell?! Oh my Merlin what if I have rabies now?! *Glares at MC* 😤😮‍💨

Ominis: it's MC's cat, of course it's going to be feral. We should have known. 🙄

MC: He spicy kitty.🙃

Sebastian: Just like you. 😒

Apologies guys for being MIA! I've been battling a huge wave of depression and taking care of medical stuff. I've got plans to unleash a booty ton of content here soon, but the climb is exhausting. 💔 Thank you to everyone who's supporting me and remaining patient as I get through this hump in my life! You guys are the real MVP'S. 💚

Here is a random thought scenario of spunky Jess and the boys. Also, is a Garreth fetish becoming a thing?

Absolutely!

Stay tuned.

🐍✨💚✨🐍

[hold-your-applause]

I never was the type to fall for Slytherin boys

And yet...

Warning: Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy

Vulnerable

Many things had changed in the few short months Ominis had been back at Hogwarts, and while he had initially found them to be overwhelming, enough time had passed to allow him to grow accustomed to them.

Somehow, you were not one of them.

That wasn't entirely true. When you had first appeared in his life, it had all felt rushed, what with his dear friend Sebastian spilling one secret after the next to you in his attempt to rope you into his search for a cure for Anne. At first Ominis had felt almost betrayed when he discovered you coming out of the Undercroft, despite your attempts to defend Sebastian by lying and saying you had found it all on your own.

He had responded harshly to you, and it was something he would quickly come to regret.

He wasn't one to partake in frivolous gossip, but his lack of sight either blessed or cursed him with excellent hearing, depending on how one chose to look at it. It didn't take long for news to spread of you helping anyone who so much as sighed within earshot of you. You had become hard to locate most days; if you weren't attending classes, you were off running errands in Hogsmeade or rushing around the Highlands doing... whatever it was you got up to in the little spare time you seemed to have.

He shouldn't have been surprised when you approached him to speak about the Scriptorium on Sebastian's behalf, and in truth, part of him wasn't. What did surprise him was how easily you quelled his anxiety over entering such a place.

It was even more shocking how you had gotten him to speak Parseltongue after so many years.

After the three of you had ended up trapped just as poor Noctua had, he could no longer pretend he could not understand why people got so attached to you so quickly. You had taken in the hand you were dealt, and you considered every angle before making the decision to allow Sebastian to cast the Cruciatus Curse on you. You took it in stride despite their concerns, and it wasn't much later that you would admit to him that you had partially made your choice because you thought it would easier for him to listen to your cries over Sebastian's.

If anyone were to ask him now, he would say that you had been wrong.

He could feel himself losing Sebastian with each day that passed. The boy wasn't as sly as he believed he was, and Ominis caught the two of you with an item that would only spell trouble.

If he hadn't been so furious, he would have been touched to hear your attempts at getting Sebastian to include him.

But he was distraught; the idea of losing the only good thing he had away from home, the only person he trusted with his darkest secrets and his scars and his baggage was becoming a reality, and there was nothing he could think of to stop it.

And yet, with nothing to gain for yourself that he could tell, you had offered a solution. A means to protect what was left of his relationship with Sebastian with the hopes of being able to salvage it once the dust had settled.

And he let you.

He tried to convince himself it was because he was desperate at the time, but he could not ignore the obvious truth once he had found his way back to the castle: you always knew what people needed to hear.

But it wasn't just that. You were so painfully genuine with your eagerness to help, to support, to fix, that you made it impossible to not trust you. Your intentions weren't just worn on your sleeves; it was imbued in every word, every touch, every move that came from you.

If he didn't already witness it for himself, he would have thought you were incapable of lying.

But you didn't need to. Somehow, your brazen honesty didn't work as a detriment to you. Instead, it was its own armor that protected you from the worst of the world, allowing not just you to be open and trusting, but the people around you as well.

He was no different.

There was still much he didn't know about you. You never spoke about your life before Hogwarts, and while he couldn't be sure, he didn't get the sense that your life had been anywhere as miserable as his. He wondered if maybe that was what allowed you to do as you pleased, so unafraid of what harm may come to you. While he was so guarded and afraid to engage with most people, you were the complete opposite; something that would normally irritate him.

Yet here he was, sitting with you in the safety of the Undercroft, attempting to study while he did his best to ignore the warmth of your head resting on his shoulder, your steady breathing telling him you were fast asleep.

This was a brand new development. One he was not prepared for.

He had told you of his sins, of the crimes he had committed in his past that he planned to spend the rest of his time atoning for. The pain he inflicted on people undeserving of it was something he knew he could never take back, but he also found himself unable to forgive himself for it. While it wasn't your place to forgive him, you hadn't so much as flinched at the confession, instead trying to assure him that the fault wasn't his.

Sebastian had said the same thing countless times, but he was surprised to find how desperately he wanted to believe it when you had spoken it instead.

Damn you for making it seem so easy.

The year had been full of surprises for him so far, things that normally would have left him reeling, distressed. Things that would make him feel exposed.

Perhaps the biggest surprise was just how okay you made him feel about it.

[sparxyv]

About oc ask!

For Mousey 8, 10, 17

For Milena 1, 14, 20

Can you also add to them one random silly fact? Something no one expecting 🤭

YESS this is so fun, TY FOR THE ASK 🫶🫶

Mousey

8. What does he like to eat?

Despite his cautious nature, Mousey will almost always eat anything at least slightly 'edible'.

(This landed him in the hospital wing in 3rd year after the Sallow twins convinced him Lacewing Flies were edible and tasted something of candy.)

BUT Mousey's favorite food would be cheese, any type of cheese. 😋🧀

10. What is his fashion sense?

Outside of school uniforms, Mousey doesn't exactly have much of a choice but to wear any hand-me-down jumpers or patchy old trousers he can get his hands on.

The McGregors, despite being a long line of pureblood wizards, fall quite short in terms of income. Much like the Weasley's, the McGregors have a big family and lots of things like clothes are just reused.

It definitely wouldn't be until later in his adult life til Mousey gains any semblance of fashion sense.. and the experimental phase would be... interesting.

17. What are his ambitions?

As a Ravenclaw, Mousey obviously has a love for learning and a general curiosity for just about anything. But above all else, he is very fascinated by wandcraft.

Mousey wants to learn everything he can about how wands work, which is a big part of why he hangs around Ominis so much! (He wants to know how Ominis' wand works SO BAD)

Mousey strives to be one of the most well-known wandmakers in Scotland.

Fun Facts about Mousey 😼

Cats/Kneazles hate him.

Best friends with Anne Sallow, but not Sebastian Sallow.

Fluent in Scottish Gaelic.

Milena

What does her voice sound like?

Despite French being Milena's native language, and growing up in France, Milena chooses to cover up her French accent when at Hogwarts because she feels like it's polite.

She's spoken English for about her whole life, and she has a strange ability to speak in different accents with comfort and ease, so she doesn't mind the little front she puts up with the British accent.

The only time she really lets her French accent come out is with close friends!

(Game clip for example 😽)

14. How does she react to burning her tongue on food?

Milena most likely would have zero outwardly reactions, even if it DID hurt. After so many battles and duels, you definitely harden up.

However, perhaps her high pain tolerance ceases when it comes to a burnt tongue..

20. How would she react to a mystery love letter?

Milena would find it absolutely adorable - most likely read it multiple times just because..

Although, while finding it adorable, she'd also be VERY amused by it, because anonymous love letters are quite childish to her.

Milena would be much more curious as to why it was sent anonymously rather than up front, why they were interested in her in the first place, confused all around.. rather than wanting to know WHO sent it. But - she'd most likely forget about it completely after a few days.

Samantha Dale would be the first person to know.. and she'd be SO invested in it. Someone's smitten with her best friend? You best bet she's otw to crack the case.

(I'm sorry this made me giggle it's so stupid)

Fun Facts About Milena 😋

LOVES birds of all kinds. She knows everything there is about any type of bird, even magical ones. (Because of her love for birds, she was very pleasantly surprised when sorted into Ravenclaw 🥰)

Grew up as a Muggle, despite her mother being a witch.

Most things don't scare Milena, but Mooncalves.. 🙁

[akechiguro]

yandere sebastian sallow imagines ♡

headcanons

Synopsis | a collection of headcanons/imagines for a yandere boyfriend, Sebastian Sallow.

Word Count | 517

Content Warnings | mentions of torture/murder, implied suicide, possessive/toxic behavior.

-first and foremost, sebastian is jealous. even before you’re dating, watching you run around on quests with garreth, amit, or even ominis was infuriating. he tries really hard to not be possessive of you, he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you, but seeing you with another guy is pure torture.

-his words to live by are, “you’re mine”. he’ll tell you what feels like everyday that you’re his and he’s yours, he’s always near you, and he makes sure to let anyone who doesn’t know that you belong to him.

-he’s not above torture and murder if it means keeping you safe. he’s done it before— regretted it, sure— but he has it in him to get violent if there’s anything that threatens to take you away from him. this includes potential suitors. even if they’re your friends, he’d rather not run the risk of you leaving him for them.

-if he does something to hurt you, he’s always sweet with his apologies. gifts, words of affection, kisses and more if you desire it, he’ll do anything to make sure you forgive him. losing anne was tough enough, but he is not losing you. not until he’s no longer of this world will he stop loving you.

-possessive as he is, he wouldn’t resort to stalking. you share a good portion of your schedule at Hogwarts together anyways, he has no reason to; but christmas/summer breaks, or times when you have to be apart for awhile, he wouldn’t stalk you. he trusts you. the things his owl sees of you during your time apart surely has nothing to do with him.

-if you were to break up with him, he’d be a broken man. there’s no telling what he would do without you in his life. he would beg you to stay at first, apologize for any of the wrongs he did, swear to be a better person; but if you make the choice to leave him, his sole purpose for living is gone. and with that, he’s gone, too.

-sebastian will basically be your lapdog. anything you need, he’ll get you. a book from the restricted section? his specialty, he’ll have it for you by the end of the day. a bullying problem? by the time he’s done with them, what bullies? exam answers? you want it, he’s got it. all he asks for in return is your affection.

-he’ll never do anything against your will, unless it comes to dealing with people against you. he’ll never resort to abduction, never to anything nsfw without your consent, and would never lie to you for the sake of lying. white lies, however— some people need to be dealt with even if you tell him it’s fine.

-sebastian sallow is a broken boy. his tendencies festered from the exposed wounds left by everyone who ever left him in life. his parents, his uncle, his sister— it feels like nothing he does will ever be enough to keep someone with him. you’ve seemed to be the only one to stay, in turn feeding into his delusions.

[cvrsedslytherin]

Catching Teardrops | Sebastian Sallow (oneshot)

WC: 4k

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Zyla Lestrange (fem!MC)

Warnings: depression battle, angst, brief mention of s**c*de, mentions of slight family abuse, mentions of anxiety but also tooth-rotting fluff & disgusting cheesiness

(Might start off strong but it’s gonna get better & become sweet)

Note: I’ve taken lots of breaks with writing so please correct me if you see mistakes! Thank you.

Summary: Depression struck Zyla Lestrange when the agony of her trauma decides to haunt her one late night— but her best friend, Sebastian Sallow, wasn’t going to let her demons win. He always had a way of finding her… being her saving grace. And tonight, it would be even more special.

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With the castle so eerie yet peacefully silent and darkness completely taking over— it was definitely way past curfew. Very little light had been flickering within that darkness but it was enough to guide her way, even with her eyes blurring from time to time. The time was around 3:00 AM and Zyla Lestrange was making her way through the Slytherin common room; quiet tears streaming down her face. Slowly sliding down, as if to remind her how long this pain would last but also to serve as the calm before the storm. Currently, it wasn’t so bad; there was this numbing feeling that accompanied it despite some tears. But it would get worse later; the feeling was growing at its slow pace, clawing to her heart in hopes it digs in. A usual routine… because depression knows no mercy; the claws of it will just keep digging deeper & deeper until her heart feels like it’s too hurt to continue such a maddening young life.

The start of sixth year had begun with a fire; one that was burning her alive, trying to rip open the flesh. Only a week in and this had to happen. Usually this was one of her happy places. Hogwarts; the second home. Or in her case; the real home.

Zyla Lestrange had went onto the spiraling staircase of the common room to exit it; once out, she had paused— taking her wand out for some more lighting by casting the Lumos charm. Her feet were just going to lead her to wherever they chose; though she usually had certain spots she’d secretly hang out in, to wallow in misery. Turning up the left stairs, towards the exit of the Slytherin dungeons; it seems she would be going to the Quad Courtyard. A small bit of a distance to reach the area but once she did get outside, she was greeted by the familiar bridge that gave her a high view of the Black Lake. Halting for a moment to get her rare, perfectly colored violet eyes lost in the calming waterscape; her tears temporarily stopping in this moment… but the numbness still there along with that aching feeling surrounding her heart. Zyla didn’t understand it… how she could get so overwhelmed and plagued by the same thing, over and over again. At random times, even when nothing bad had happened in particular; the waves of agony would just roll in— all consuming, wanting to drown her. Not a daily occurrence but it was a shadow that secretly followed her. One she did everything to hide in public view and had done a good job of it.

For the most part… but there was one Slytherin boy, attuned to her and her only. Reading her like a book… a book that’s slightly broken with missing pages that he wanted to find. To mend it’s binding to be perfect; to fill it with colors and life of endless pages. And that boy was Sebastian Sallow, her best friend. Fate would always bring him to her… when the timing was deemed right by the cruel Gods that tormented her soul. Zyla was certain that the universe liked making her feel complete misery.

However, misery did like company and Sebastian Sallow had plenty of his own demons to share.

A breeze pulled through but Zyla enjoyed it; it was the only lovely feeling right now. Her somewhat messy, almost shoulder-length, curly black hair shifted with the air hitting. Something about cool air (even cold) had soothed her a little. Even when she didn’t have her robes on. Here she was in her school skirt, and just her uniform blouse on, accompanied by her brown laced boots at ankle length. She had not wanted to go out in her pyjamas but she also did not bother to dress so properly. At least it wasn’t winter; though in this state— she would have still dressed this way probably. Maybe it was the dissociation kicking in; everything felt like it wasn’t actually there right now. As if she could lean over this bridge and fall… fall, fall, fall into an endless abyss of total nothingness rather than the rocks and the Black Lake that would definitely kill her upon impact.

Luckily, she gained some of her sense back. A small frown making it’s way on her lips as she started moving again, until she reached the Quad Courtyard itself. Zyla had always been a fast walker, so it was no problem getting anywhere despite how huge the castle was. But there was appreciation too… the castle had been always hauntingly beautiful to her. She was passing by a mermaid statue… lots of plants and flowers around; trees too. Mother nature’s beauty meshing with the castle. She walked up the stairs that would lead to a second small set of stairs that were near a side door entrance to the Great Hall. Before that second set— she’d turn to the right, into the slight garden there. Wanting to remain outside plus this one was of her secret hideouts. Her feet still taking her straight now, past the little fountain there and down a small set of stairs that led to a part of a bridge that had shown an even bigger view of the waterscape and landscape beyond this castle. It wasn’t the minor bridge she wanted to be at… no, it was the dead end, far right corner… a grassy small hill upwards with Queen Anne’s lace, Bulbous buttercup and Lavender flowers gracing that particular corner which had several bushes to hide in, right behind. Another little, hidden, dead end area but she didn’t go in there through the bushes, just stayed close.

Instantly plopping onto what felt like soft tall grass and that bed of flowers… she sat for a moment, just taking it in with half-lidded eyes then she started leaning back. Often lying on her back to watch the stars light up the immensely dark sky as she tried warding off her inner demons.

Minutes go by… until those claws finally dig back into her heart and remind her what has been her life. Tears coming back in full as the storm finally hit.

“I don’t understand… I…” She felt herself choke up as she spoke out-loud, to nobody. A habit of hers. “Why n-now…? Why is this…”

Anguish lives in her mind and replies, ‘remember all that has happened… remember who your family is, LESTRANGE… remember all the horrid things you’ve seen as a little child, remember all the people that have brought this inner pain you try locking up… until it explodes and your strength lets go. Everything has a way of reaching the surface… keep resisting and I will keep suffocating you with it.’

The brain is such a warped little thing. Turning itself against the person it resides in… a loss of control and Zyla hated losing control.

Every bad memory hits like a flood… the home she returns to when school is no longer in session. The nightmare of a family she’s unlucky to have been born in. Visualizing the physical parts of it next… mentally, she can see through her clothes… the reminders. The burns marks and cuts that had etched to her skin, under her blouse. There weren’t many but there were some. A torment from her own family. Much like another best friend, Ominis Gaunt. Her, Sebastian and Ominis were a trio but with her and Sebastian being closer. For other reasons. Ominis was someone she could bond with at times; both having come from a family of dark wizards. Families that only care for Pureblood supremacy. Abuse was a nasty thing, especially when done to children and Zyla… and Ominis had the misfortune of knowing what it was like.

Panic was starting to arrive… the creeping feeling of some anxiety as she sat up, burying her face in her hands as the floodgates burst, wanting nothing more but to be let out. An ocean having been held inside her… needing to break through.

“Merlin, I hate my life… I— h-hate… so mu—…” hic

Her sobs growing louder and louder, as she barely breathed properly until a voice called to her.

That voice… that warm voice in the sea of torment, Sebastian Sallow.

“Zyla?! Is that you? Hold on, making my way towards you!” He sounded a mix of distress, pain and irritation. How had he even found her? He hadn’t known about this one spot… she had too many to keep track of showing him. It would easily slip her mind but here he was, like a knight in shining armor.

Shaking, she looked up from her hands, still unable to calm down from the assault of tears and breathless gasps. Her vision blurring… all she could sense was the wand-lighting charm he had cast to find her and once he did, the freckle-faced brunet immediately dropped down to his knees in front of her, panicked. His wand falling beside him as the lighting charm gave out. But he could still see her somehow.

Even sitting… he somewhat towered over her— she was rather short and Sebastian’s growth spurt really kicked off over summer break.

But that only made him feel more safe to her; like a bear… a giant teddy bear made to comfort her.

“I… I…” Zyla hated herself for becoming a stuttering, choked up mess.

He put those strong hands on her shoulders, gently but firm. Her lips were parted quite a bit, quivering as they took those gasping breaths.

“Breathe with me… okay?” His voice trying to calm the storm. A storm he was familiar with.

This wasn’t the first time he had seen Zyla like this… the first time had been half way through fifth year. It left him shocked and confused, but he still tried to help. After that… he paid close attention to the girl. Sometimes, he wouldn’t be there for those bad moments because she had hid it well but as time went on, he was learning rather quickly how to navigate that broken soul of hers. How to read it… study it in hopes that he could figure out any clues that would lead him to her whenever she was in trouble.

And it’s as if the universe had granted him a wish for being so sincere about her— because he would find her, more and more when she wasn’t okay. When she needed someone, him. He understood the telltale signs and he just had a sense for her. Even in the random hours of the late night… if he was asleep, he’d wake with a horrid gut feeling. He just knew.

She gulped, still shaking and distressed from it all but nodding her head.

“Okay, follow with me, Zyla… 1, 2, 3… deep breath in,” his voice staying soft but strong for her. She followed that count, taking a deep breath in.

“Hold it, 3 seconds…” he continued and she did. For some reason, the voice of her best friend could lead her out of the trouble… it was easy to follow. His voice became the focus in her mind… the more times he helped her, the more she was getting better as recovering faster.

“Breathe out… 1, 2, 3…” he said slowly and she followed along again. They had repeated that three more times, his hands never stopped holding her shoulders— he stayed kneeling in the flowers and tall grass that she sat in.

The feeling of choking has subsided and her breathing was much better; stable but there was still the issues of her tears that had remained. Falling down her face the whole time, loud yet silent now. Those violet eyes still unable to fully see him in their blurs. Her mouth closed so she could breathe through her nose now.

The pain wasn’t gone yet. He knew that; he was just thankful he got her to breathe better first. Now it was time to handle the drops sliding in their quickened pace down her face. The sniffles that came out of her. The way she bit her lip now… a nervous gesture that meant, ‘it wants to come out… more waterworks.’

Sebastian changed his position… he moved his hands away from her and fully sat himself properly in front of her— knees touching hers then he slowly brought his hands to tenderly cup her face, “then you let it out, Zy… because I will always be here, to catch the remaining tears.”

She made a little noise, her face showing how much those words touched her as she started slowly letting it out. It was a promise he made her… not too long ago, when they had gotten closer and he started speaking more sweetly to her. He promised to catch her teardrops.

“You know… every drop represents a pain… to let go. Ones that were kept inside you too long. Crying is okay, Zy. You’re not weak for it.” He really always knew what to say and she let herself go. Turning something negative into positive. His words combined with him holding her face… did it. But it felt liberating while she envisioned what he said to her about the meaning of her teardrops. She nodded just a little during her now soft crying. Those tears rolling to his hands.

“And I’ll take every drop of pain… I’ll let my hands take everything that pours out of those precious violet eyes and soak it up for you. So you feel less of it…” his tone heartfelt and genuine. So while she cried what was left… he never let a drop escape and fall to the earth, literally. He maneuvered his hands ever so gently, wiping slowly. And if there were a lot of tears rushing out, his hands left her face as they formed like a personal plate under her chin… catching the teardrops. When it was less… his hands would move up again, wiping her face with his warm fingers. Thumbs caressing that sweet, hurt face.

The warmth that gave her immense relief and comfort. Zyla was a strange girl… and maybe to others, this might be a little weird or different but for her? It was perfect. It felt like Sebastian would really take away some of the pain. And it wouldn’t be one-sided. Whenever Sebastian was in trouble… and showed his pain to her, whether he wanted to or not; she was there to comfort him. In her own strange ways that were perfect to him. She might not have always been as good with words as him but they were true and honest. A support system they formed for each other during their painful moments.

Once she stopped crying… and her vision fully focused— she tilted her head up a bit, to stare at him. His hands dropping to the sides. Eyes full of thankfulness and admiration, locking into the depths of his dark colored eyes while it was night time. The stars in the sky had shined brighter for some reason and they saw each other better. Some divine timing. There was that slight flicker of worry and sadness for her but it melted into relief the more she looked at him and felt calm. His heart feeling calmer too.

She whispered, a bit tired, “thank you, Seb…”

He shook his head then pulled her into his chest, locking her into him.

“You don’t have to thank me, Zy…” whispering back as she always was stunned a bit with those hugs but slowly melted and wrapped her arms around his waist.

He didn’t want her to thank her… she was his best friend but… that wasn’t really why. Over some time, he knew his feelings had turned into something more for her.

And the thing was… Zyla had felt the same.

Sebastian’s comfort for her had been an act of love instead. And Zyla’s comfort to him when he needed it, was also an act of love. It was more than mere friendship at this point.

Unspoken words… within them. Fear holding them back.

So in tune with each other yet also so hopelessly oblivious to that one big thing inside them.

It wasn’t always this way at first… and these tender moments gradually came about. In the beginning, after her crying or vice verse, the two would crack dark jokes or tease the other to lighten the mood. Coping mechanisms that they took on.

However, over that summer break before this sixth year began, it started changing… to this. The tender moments that they slowly melted into it. At first… Zyla had resisted a bit— being embarrassed and stoic but Sebastian wouldn’t let that slide. No, he’d make her comfortable and accept it, no matter what. He would pull her in until she let herself feel it.

But still… the words that lingered on their lips during these quiet moments of an embrace… an embrace that was slowly tightening and their hearts would beat in sync— the words, never came out.

Until now.

Ten minutes… they stayed in that embrace… amongst the flower bed.

How fitting— Queen Anne’s lace which represents safety, sanctuary, and refuge. The buttercups that meant joy, youth, happiness, and friendship. Then the lavender, with its meaning of devotion, serenity, grace, and calmness.

Sebastian could no longer hold it back; for some reason, tonight felt different. Was it really the right timing? After what she went through… he really didn’t know but for the first time, the words he was dying to let out, just came out. Tumbling from his lips.

“I love you, Zy. I’m here because I want to be your safety… because I want to protect you with all my heart. And I never want you suffering alone… because I have so much love in my heart for you. I have… for a while. It’s starting to make me want to burst.” He confessed, resting his chin on top her head as she stayed buried in his chest. His heart rate pounding and hers too as she heard of all that.

“I hope that’s okay,” the nervous tone came when he spoke this time again. As he wasn’t sure how she would feel.

She almost wanted to cry again but not for sadness, not in agony. For once… tears of joy. They had been through a lot during fifth year. They had spent the whole summer break together. All the help she had given him back then that he didn’t realize at first. Now he was making sure, he’d give her double that help if needed.

Zyla must have taken a bit too long to answer because she felt his body tremble slightly. She had been in a daze almost… now nervous to say it back but she would. She wasn’t going to let him think this was only him.

She moved her head off of him… causing his chin to lift off her head. Her arms stayed loosely around him though and so did his around her, but there was space to look as she craned her head up a bit.

On cue, several fireflies had appeared near them… bright and lighting up more. Letting them see more of the other as the lights illuminated on them, especially their faces yet it was a blur to them— those fireflies and even the world. Right now, it was just them.

A blush painted her face and his eyes widened. Zyla never really blushed… this struck his heart. All he wanted to do was make that graceful scarlet color appear on her face more now that he had seen what she looked like with it. As if she was a painting come to life, accompanied by those violet eyes that were glowing from the light. He never saw her look vulnerable in this particular way and his heart rate went up. Even his breath hitched as he waited.

“I know, I usually would try to run and resist. I know this overwhelms me but it would be so cruel of me… if I wasn’t honest and didn’t tell you that I love you, just as much… because I really do, Seb. You became the safety that I never knew I needed… and I’m thankful to have your love back… I, I—“ Zyla had started to slowly ramble; she didn’t even know what else she had left to say. She said the most important words and he couldn’t take it anymore.

After all, Sebastian wasn’t the most patient and when that declaration of love returned to him and she stuttered that “I” at the end, he swooped down his face to hers and stole her lips with his. The passion had burst out of him with a desperate need to show her how much he loved her.

The first kiss… that was long overdue.

A soft gasp leaving her lips when she felt his attach to hers and his arms around her pulling her closer. That gasp felt like a sweet symphony to his ears. In a few seconds, she reacted… giving him the same kiss to convey that she wanted to show it too. Pressing her lips more into his soft yet somehow fierce touch.

The feeling had been natural, nothing awkward just right… like two puzzle pieces that had been separated but finally put together. His head tilting a bit to somehow try making sure she felt it as much as possible. A light nibble on her lower lips with his teeth to make her shiver… the gentle swipe of his tongue, not to make her open her mouth but to just taste her a little. To show affection. Though she slightly parted them to let out another sweet, quiet sound to which he almost wanted to whine at for a second. He wanted to control himself for their first kiss though— he didn’t want to move too fast. Not with her. He needed her to know she’s special first.

She felt so soft to him and he felt so warm to her— they could drown in each other now.

His lips wanted to stay on that softness.

Her lips wanted to keep on that warmth.

He had pulled her gently into his lap after several seconds while they stayed kissing in the same ways. Seeking each other, among the flowers with the tall grass. After a minute, when they needed air finally, they pulled apart a bit. Breaths intermingling, panting and staying close— deep flushes on both of their faces as they calmed their breathing slowly. He cracked into a wide grin and the corners of her mouth unable to stop tugging, forming a smile back as she couldn’t resist. He made sure she didn’t leave his lap right now.

They chuckled softly and breathlessly; he leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. She closed hers too after, just enjoying the silence. Enjoying each other’s presence.

Agony was gone… nowhere to found right now. The claws that tried digging into her heart… had all but vanished and she felt a new type of peace. He had always brought her back but now… it was utter bliss filled with love that was finally out and free. Shielding her against her demons for this time being.

He had caught her teardrops, given her love.

She accepted and gave him love back.

And of course… now he wanted to show a little more love and passion. Add in a touch of fire, taste her depths. The want to explore the inside of her pretty little mouth, to get as much of that sweet taste as he could. So he opened his eyes… pulling a bit back and cupped her cheeks… bringing her for another kiss.

That kiss. One filled with need for her to which she instantly accepted and he kept bringing her towards him until he started leaning backwards onto the grass and flowers. With her on top of him as their lips stayed attached and he finally got to taste her in full. A soft groan escaping his mouth that she had swallowed up. Making a sound of her own in return as she shuddered.

They would probably stay there for a bit. Passionately kissing under the stars for as long as they could before the sun came up.

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[zetadraconis11]

HL Incorrect Quote #96

Prof. Sharp: Well done on brewing the Draught of Living Death, Mr. Weasley.

Garreth: Thank you, Dad.

The class:

MC: Garreth, you just called Sharp "Dad".

Garreth: Oh... Well, I mean, I call Aunt Matilda that instead of "Professor".

Sebastian: But she's your actual aunt.

Leander: And Sharp is not your actual father.

Garreth:

Garreth: You guys won't let me forget this, will you?

MC: Never.

[ashisgreedy]

You're at a Hogwarts Legacy house party!

Garreth just gave you a potion that gives you the ability to sing and perform one song with the band.

Your inhabitations are taken away for the duration of the song and your energy is cranked up to 10!

Reblog this with the song you, your MC, or OC is singing or preforming!

Everyone is invited to join even if you aren't tagged!

(no pressure!) Tagging some peeps: @tiny-shot @cuffmeinblack @finalgirllx @zyuyea @eternalremorse @ellivenollivander @eggymf @thalia-weasley @simply-slytherin @simpy-slytherin @rypnami @imagrindylow @skittish1807 @darlingfiction @underthenightskydreamsneverdie @shameless0shenanigans

[simply-slytherin]

Imagine MC goes missing.

Sebastian hasn't heard anything from MC and has no idea where to even look. The only thing he knows to do is sit in the Undercroft with every free moment he has, to the point where people are hardly seeing him around the castle. All he can do is stare at the blank wall connected to Isidora's hideouts, hoping that MC will walk through there any minute and explain to him their crazy adventure...if they come back.

[oneofafew]

Hogwarts legacy *adds relationships to the game*

Me *Spontaneously combusts at having to CHOOSE between Seb and Omi*

I mean can you imagine the anguish?!

[accursedvoid]

It is kinda hard to do or claim ‘Death of the Author’ on a property when even if uninvolved the author still gets royalties and is known to parade sales of products related to her creation as ‘proof people agree with me and my views’ unfortunately.

[hold-your-applause]

Engulf

You had seen the dark clouds in the sky as soon as you had stepped out of the Three Broomsticks, and you knew there was some danger of getting caught by the upcoming rain, but you had foolishly convinced yourself that you didn't need to use the Floo network to get back to the castle. You were certain you could make it back in time, even if it would be a close call. And you had almost been right.

Your hopes were dashed, though, when the main archway to courtyard came into view. You fooled yourself into thinking you had made it, that you would stay dry, but no sooner had the thought entered your mind did the boom of thunder quickly remind you of your hubris, and before you could blink, you were slammed with what felt like a blanket of rain as it started to come down very quickly. You hadn't even had time to take another step, instead, just electing to stand still, allowing yourself to be pummeled by the raindrops. You smiled to yourself, shaking your head before tilting it back to allow the water to hit your face.

Leave it to nature to put you in your place.

You closed your eyes, deciding to just enjoy the cool rain for a moment. You were always so busy with studying, fighting poachers, and running errands for people that you never got a chance to just experience things for what they were.

When was the last time you allowed yourself to get wet like this, anyway?

You could almost hear the whispers that were inevitable once you planned to step inside the castle, anyway. They'd been constant since your arrival at Hogwarts, silly rumors and mostly harmless gossip that people thought you couldn't hear. You had learned to tune it out most of the time, but sometimes you needed a break from it.

Just for a moment.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you suddenly noticed the water was no longer hitting you, and just as suddenly wrapped in warmth and pulled into something firm. You opened your eyes and looked up to see a familiar mop of red hair and a kind grin looking back down at you.

"I can appreciate a good daydream, but I think it's best for both of us if we get inside before we catch our death out here, don't you think?"

Garreth had come out of seemingly nowhere, though you probably weren't hard to sneak up on, having let your defenses down for the first time since... You couldn't be sure. Not that you ever felt unsafe around the Gryffindor boy; on the contrary, you two were good friends, and he was always a welcome interruption on the days things just didn't seem to be going right. Even now, he had opened his robe to both wrap it around you and hold it above your head so you could be protected from the rain.

You couldn't stop yourself from grinning, and you moved closer to him so he wouldn't have to hold his arm out so far to keep you shielded. "When you're right, you're right." You replied, starting to walk with him towards the archway, and when another crack of lightning sounded, you both made a mad dash for it, spurred on by the sudden loud noise.

You two had made it in no time, and you leaned against the wall, giving yourself a breather after getting out of the cold rain. You two could Floo your way in from here, which was a relief, but you needed to take a moment to try to warm up a little before you thought about moving again. The cold was starting to seep into your bones, and your hands were beginning to shake a little.

"Well, that's the last time I take chances like that with the weather." You heard Garreth say, which caused you to look in his direction.

He was stood about two feet away from you, his hair falling into his face and almost covering his eyes as it dripped, making him push it out of his face, but he was still wearing that familiar smile of his as he looked back at you. His robes were soaked through just the same as yours, but he seemed to be handling the cold better than you were.

You felt yourself smiling at him despite the state you two were in, realizing just how ridiculous you both must look. "Do I even want to know what you were up to that got you caught in the rain?" You asked him.

His grin only grew wider at your question. "Shenanigans, what else?"

You laughed, and you shook your head at him. You reached out and lightly pushed his shoulder, your eyes darting over his face to take him in. There were torches on the wall of the archway, and the lighting seemed to hit him at just the right angle, allowing you to see the curve of his jaw. His eyes were off yours for a moment as they surveyed the weather, and as he tried to shake the excess water off his robes, you caught a glimpse of his uniform. He had forgone the suit jacket, instead wearing the customary white dress shirt and red vest.

You didn't know if the rain causing it to stick to his skin was the reason you felt a sudden wave of heat on your face, but you definitely noticed the shift in yourself either way.

"Looks like it isn't going to let up anytime soon." He commented, and your eyes darted back up to his face so you wouldn't get caught looking elsewhere. He reached into his robes and stepped closer to you, smiling almost sheepishly. "I don't have a lot of experience with it, but I know the Hot Air Charm." He said. "I can get us dry."

You didn't answer him right away, your eyes looking him over again. You couldn't remember the last time you had spent time with Garreth, especially alone. Even though you always knew you had enjoyed his company over anyone else's, you had never given yourself permission to just enjoy it, instead opting to be helpful and filling all your time with productive things. And he was right, it would be better for the two of you to get dry before either of you risked getting sick.

But that's not what you wanted. What you needed.

Instead, you wordlessly pushed yourself off the wall, and before he could make a sound, your arms slid around his middle and you held onto him. Even though both of you were drenched, you could feel the heat of his body seeping through the chill, and when his arms came around you and pulled you closer, your mind completely shut off, allowing you to enjoy the embrace and the quiet.

You really should stop to enjoy the rain more often.

[lorainelegacy]

Random scenarios #1

Loraine walks into Fig's office super excited. He is going through some letters from the ministry on his desk.

—Look, Professor! —she exclaims, striking a proud pose— Don't you see anything different about me?

Eleazar looks up from his papers and notices the badge on her jumper, but pretends not to see anything to tease her.

—No. Have you done something to your hair?

Loraine points to the badge that reads ‘Head Girl’ in gold letters and raises her head proudly.

—Well done, my dear, —Fig smiled, sitting up from the table— But let me give it a little personal ‘touch’.

Loraine wrinkles her nose, uncomprehending, then Fig pulls his wand out of his robes. With a small touch, the letters on the badge changed.

—What did you do? —she asks, tilting her head to one side and begins to read aloud— Dad...dy's... Girl. Oh...

[akechiguro]

Could you also do yandere headcanons for Ominis Gaunt? I loved it for Sebastian ♡

yandere ominis gaunt headcanons

headcanons / imagines

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Synopsis | a collection of headcanons for a yandere boyfriend, Ominis Gaunt.

Word Count | 622.

Content Warnings | mentions of intrusive thoughts, stalking

Author’s Note | sorry for the delay on these, anon!! i don’t have an excuse 😞 but i hope you enjoy nonetheless 🫶

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✧. ┊ unlike sebastian’s primal jealousy, ominis’ comes in the form of domestic anger. he’ll be petty, with short responses and a firm refusal to talk about whatever’s bothering him if he sees you talking to another guy. he’s aware how toxic it is, but he feels there’s no words to describe his jealousy when he sees you with other people.

✧. ┊ ominis knows you need your space. he tries to respect it as much as he can, but his fear of losing you is so deep that he’s physically unable to be separated from you for more than an hour. if he doesn’t see you for any reason he worries, and is constantly needing confirmation you still like him and there’s nobody else. the years of trauma have done a number on his self-security.

✧. ┊ ordinarily, ominis is completely against the usage of dark magic. being forced to use the cruciatas curse and having it used on him completely changed his views on the magic. but if anyone were to present themselves as a threat, whether it be a physical one or a love interest who isn’t himself, he’s willing to use his apt for the dark arts to make sure nobody, nobody, comes between you and him.

✧. ┊ ominis would never hurt you. it’s almost as if he’s unable to even think about hurting you without upsetting himself. even when he’s ignoring you for speaking to someone who wasn’t himself, he feels extremely horrible about it, going as far as to beg on his knees if you desire such an apology. if he is being petty about your inner circle, he still makes sure to leave your favorite sweets from Honeydukes on your nightstand (with help from your owl if you’re not in the boys dorm), just to let you know he still cares.

✧. ┊ he’s ashamed of it, but he has stalked you before— or rather, he does. never outside of school, he wouldn’t be able to come up with a good enough reason to tell the Sallows, but he’s prone to it during the school year. nights are his most active hours, he’ll follow about 10 paces behind you just to make sure you’re getting where you need to go safely. he’s not proud of it, in fact he hates himself for resorting to such a creepy method, but he would hate to not be with you and have something happen.

✧. ┊ if you were to break up, ominis would appear as though he’s taking it well. he’d be respectful and understanding on the surface, but he would frequent the undercroft a lot more. sebastian swears he once heard anguished screams coming from it while passing by, but assumed he was hallucinating. another rumor going around says ominis has more than a couple scars from crucio. he wouldn’t be able to handle you not being with him anymore, not without some form of self-punishment.

✧. ┊ while he may give you a teasingly hard time, if you asked ominis to do your schoolwork for you, he would do it in a heartbeat. not just schoolwork, either; absolutely anything you need help with, he would do with the best of his abilities. there’s nothing he would say “no” to.

✧. ┊ losing anne and the scare of losing sebastian enhanced ominis’ already yandere-ish tendencies far beyond what he would let them be. more than a few dark thoughts cross his mind every time he sees you and you’re not by his side. he would never act on them, he wouldn’t forgive himself for, say, abducting you or doing something without your consent. but his intrusive thoughts are frequent and he doesn’t know how to deal with them.

✧. ┊ you’re his everything. he wouldn’t let himself live in peace if it weren’t for you. remember that.