#hint of sebinis

[writing-intheundercroft]

Tis the Damn Season - Garreth Weasley

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Word Count: 4,145

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, Oral and Vaginal Sex, NSFW, MDNI

Summary: You're back from five years of traveling the world and living in America, and Garreth Weasley invites you on a foraging trip down to his family cottage in Cornwall. You accept, having regretted not sharing your feelings when you last said goodbye. Or, the origin story of the Weasley knitted sweaters.

A/N: An exercise in writing smut turned into a delicious one shot for Garreth. I've clearly been listening to too much Taylor Swift.

“Welcome home!” Leonora giggled, over the sound of merriment in the Leaky Cauldron.  The class of 1893 was celebrating their five year reunion, with almost all of the graduates in attendance. Sebastian and Ominis had decided to sit out the reunion, staying at your shared home in New York, sending their well wishes with you as you boarded an ocean liner back to London.  Cross-Atlantic apparition had never been your thing.

“I’m glad to be back,” you smiled honestly. London had never really been home, not really.  You’d landed in a shared flat with the boys for a month after graduation before embarking on your world tour, but you hadn’t stayed long enough to make it feel like home.

Leonora and Poppy started detailing the whereabouts and day to day lives of your classmates. Violet McDowell had married, as had Grace Pinch-Smedley. Duncan Hobhouse was still painfully single and afraid of not just puffskeins, but now nifflers too after an incident with Amit Thakkar at the bank.  Leander Prewett was still gangly, and proudly wearing his ministry of magic badge for all to see.

“Oh, and Garreth–I’m sure you heard about him and Samantha Dale,” Leonora giggled, pointing across the room.

Your heart sank as you thought of him.  If you had wanted to know who Garreth had been dating while you were away, you would’ve brought it up yourself–now, you had to face the burning jealousy that bubbled in your throat as you thought of the pretty Ravenclaw who currently had her hand placed on his forearm.

Poppy sensed your emotions, elbowing Leonora to stop. “They broke up,” she cooed softly. “Months ago. They’re just friends now.”  Poppy cradled her swelling stomach, your future niece or nephew growing inside.

“Good for them,” you said blithely, trying to feign indifference.

“He’s coming over here.” Leonora whispered. 

You adjusted your skirt as Garreth cheerfully bounced over, red waves crashing over his head.  He’d grown since you last saw him, thicker and sturdier than the stocky teenager you’d last seen.  No wonder Samantha Dale had been interested in him, you thought.  He was impossibly handsome, with emerald green eyes that shined at whoever he spoke with.

“You’re monopolizing our New Yorker,” Garreth announced, cheeks tinged pink from the alcohol.

“Excuse us, then.” Poppy grinned, winking at you as she tugged Leonora away.

You smiled at your Gryffindor friend, who leaned against the bar next to you. “Are you having fun?”

He nodded eagerly. “It’s good to be back together again, you included.” he nudged. “I wish we could spend more time together before you go home.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?” You asked, trying not to sound too eager.

“Taking a trip down to my family’s cottage in Cornwall,” he sighed. “I need to gather some more horklumps for my potions.” Garreth took a lengthy sip from his beer, but his eyes never left yours. “How about you come with me?  Been a while since we had an adventure.”

You blushed. “Are you sure I won’t just get in your way?”

Garreth smiled earnestly at you. “Anything to spend a little extra time with you.”

So, you agreed.  Garreth spent the rest of the evening by your side; you felt smug when Samantha Dale stared at the two of you, and the little bubble of regret in your heart grew when Garreth leaned against you.  It had been five years since you’d said goodbye, and you wished you’d been honest about your feelings with him the day you both left Hogwarts.  

Instead, he’d given the back of your hand a chaste kiss, letting you go for the last time.

“Don’t mind the dust,” Garreth advised, pushing the door in. “Mum usually cleans up before we all get in for the holidays.”

You peered over his shoulder as he guided you into the cottage. It was dark, clearly uninhabited over the colder months. You settled the bag of horklumps the two of you had foraged on the wooden table as he walked around the kitchen, lighting candles. Waves crashed outside the walls of the cottage; you imagined how this place might look during the summer time.  Visions of Garreth and his many siblings running around the beach flashed in your head, leaving a lump in your throat.

“There,” Garreth said proudly, assessing the lighting situation. “And we can start a fire in the living room.  Will probably be too cold to sleep upstairs anyways.” He led you to the living room, a small den with two loveseats opposite one another, and a stone fireplace in the center.  

“You just had to drag me on a foraging trip before a snow storm,” you teased.  

“What can I say? You’re an awfully great helper,” Garreth said sweetly, casting his wand at the fireplace.  It lit up beautifully, and the room started to warm.

You hadn’t seen Garreth since you and your Slytherin boys had left school for a worldwide tour at eighteen. Eighteen became nineteen, and then twenty.  Suddenly, London no longer felt like home, and the boys wanted to go to America.  You’d tagged along, their third wheel as you’d been all throughout your Hogwarts years, because there was no one else in London for you; why not experience New York?

Correspondence from your classmates steadily declined as you all got older and busier.  Some had started families (Poppy was pregnant with her first child already) and others were dominating their careers (Imelda was quick on her way to captain of the Holyhead Harpies at twenty three).  

Only one remained constant.

Garreth Weasley never stopped writing it seemed.  A letter once a week; two in one week if he missed an owl.  You shared your adventures, and Garreth told stories of the little potions stand he’d opened in Diagon Alley. It wasn’t glamorous, he wrote, but it paid a living, and he was finally able to move out of his family home and into a modest flat he shared with Lucan Brattleby. Garreth was the one who’d arranged the five year reunion, right before Christmas time. He had convinced you to attend when Sebastian and Ominis declined, claiming everyone would be glad to see you.  He was there to pick you up from the dock when you landed, and had escorted you to the room you were renting for the week at the Leaky Cauldron. 

Garreth–the sweetest Gryffindor you’d ever known.

“You alright?” Garreth asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.  He stood before you with stacks of woolen blankets in his arms.  

“I’m fine,” you uttered. “Just thinking,” you shrugged, grabbing some of the blankets to spread on the loveseat. Garreth did the same, setting the one opposite you, and your heart sank into your stomach.

Why had Garreth invited you to Cornwall?  Was it really just to forage the finest horklumps for his potions?  You’d assumed that he wanted to get you alone, and that you could finally confess your long held feelings for him.  Instead, he’d made you stomp through the brutally wet weather, stashing the spiky bastards in your bags for his famed wiggenweld brews. Your heart had done flips when he assessed the weather, claiming it was too cold and too far to apparate back to London.  He’d offered up the Weasley family’s summer home for the night, claiming the two of you could catch up over a bottle of firewhiskey instead of trekking home in the snow.  You felt that familiar warmth in the lower part of your belly when Garreth held you by the waist as you walked down the dune towards Shell Cottage.  

You’d only spent the last six years of your life dreaming of a night spent with Garreth Weasley, after all, and now he was tucking the sheets onto the couch opposite of you, preparing for an innocent sleepover.  You couldn’t help the flutter of disappointment, both emotionally and sexually. 

“Well I think we should drink, and then we can properly catch up, just the two of us.” Garreth announced.  “Be right back.”

You let out a hot puff of air, sinking to your knees in front of the fireplace.  So much for seducing him, you thought.  

Garreth returned with two glasses and a near full bottle of firewhiskey.  He landed on his arse next to you and you smiled, remembering the clumsy, boisterous teenage boy he’d been when you last saw him.  That boy seemed to live inside this grown adult–all muscle, shaggy hair, and hints of red scruff on his chin. He pushed his hair back as he held up his glass to yours, clinking them softly.  You caught up on everything you’d missed in the past five years; how Leander was still his best friend, despite being an annoyance, and how Lucan was a messy roommate.  You told him about your travels around the world, how Ominis snored, and Sebastian was a terrible cook.

“How is Samantha Dale?” You asked, breaking the ice. “I heard you two dated.

Garreth chewed on his lower lip. “Not very long, I’m afraid.  We didn’t have much in common.” he wrinkled his nose.

“Oh,” you said softly. He seemed to want to leave it at that.

“How are Sebastian and Ominis?” Garreth asked tentatively.

You rolled your eyes. “Still a pain in my arse, after all these years. I love them, but I’m not sure how much longer I can live with them.” You sighed.

Garreth snorted. “You’re the one who chose to follow them.”

You hummed quietly, knowing he was right. 

“Is it weird?” Garreth asked after a long sip. “Living with Ominis when you and Sebastian are together?”  He was looking down at his glass, avoiding eye contact.

You sputtered the firewhiskey, coughing at the thought. “Me?  With Sebastian?” You wheezed.

Garreth knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. “Well, yeah.  Because you’re together, aren’t you?”

You laughed, and then laughed some more.  Tears were coming out of your eyes while Garreth gaped at you, eyes wide as saucers.

“How could you think Sebastian and I are together?” You wiped your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater, chuckling.

Garreth’s face was red. “I–we–everyone assumed!  You two were attached at the hip, and there was a rumor you two…” he trailed off, face as red as a tomato. 

“A rumor that we what?” You demanded.

“That you two had slept together in seventh year.” Garreth said sheepishly. “Leander told me.”

“Ah, yes. Well, that was a lie,” you chuffed. “I was only covering for him and someone else.  It was easier to let everyone think I was slag than for them to face the criticism.”

Garreth cocked his head. “What?  Who?”

You leaned back onto the carpet. “Let’s just say Sebastian and I have very different taste in sexual partners.  For example, I prefer men who are actually into me.  And two, Sebastian prefers Ominis.”

Garreth stared at you, blinking as he put two and two together. The blank look on his face disappeared, eyes widening in shock as he blushed.

“What…oh… oh .” he stuttered. “Wow.  I mean, I guess that makes a ton of sense. Good for them.”

You grinned, laying back on the floor with the glass balanced on your stomach. “Yeah, the two of them are pretty happy together. I think they’ll get married soon.  Bit loud, for roommates though.  I’ve been looking to find my own place.”

Garreth rolled onto his stomach, leaning his head on his hands as he laid next to you on the ground. “In New York?”

“New York, Paris, Buenos Aires…Madrid, Rome, or Berlin.  I could go anywhere in the world,” you declared, stretching out. “I’m a nomad now.”

“Not London?” Garreth asked softly.

You tilted your head to look at the redhead next to you.  His eyes were glistening, a perfect pout as he frowned at your list of locations. You fought the urge to brush his fiery hair out of his eyes.

“I’d come back to London,” you echo, “If there was something here for me.”

“Your friends are here,” Garreth reminded you. “Poppy, Imelda, Natty.”

“Poppy is about to have a baby,” you remind him in return. “Imelda is busy with Quidditch, and Natty splits her time between London and Matabeleland. There’s really no one else.”

“What about me?” Garreth’s voice was small. “I’m here.”

You dig your face into the carpet, hiding the blush that crept up your face. “You’re busy with the shop. I wouldn’t want to be in your way.”

Garreth suddenly pulled you close, his large hand traveling up to cradle your chin so you couldn’t hide your face. “You’d never be in my way.” he said firmly.

“I’m sure no woman would want me constantly hanging around you either,” you breathed.

His eyes flitted down to your lips. “I think you can tell from the way we’re sitting, there won’t be any other women,” he whispered.  His thumb ran over your lips, pressing against your pout.  Garreth rolled you onto your back, hovering over your body as he slotted a knee between your legs.

“You put the blankets on the other loveseat,” you whisper. “I didn’t think you liked me.”

“Because I wanted to be respectful,” Garreth added, brushing his nose against yours. “I’ve been thinking you were with Sallow for years , when I could’ve been doing this.” Garreth’s lips brushed against yours sweetly. “Fuck Leander–I knew I shouldn’t have listened to him.”

You gave a breathy laugh, putting an arm around his neck. “Yes, well, Prewett can fuck off.”

Garreth gulped. “I watched you leave, all those years ago, because I thought you were in love with Sebastian. I thought so long as you were happy, I’d be happy for you.”

“No,” you breathed in sharply. “I was in love with you .”

Garreth wasted no time pressing the weight of his body against yours.  You moaned into his mouth, letting him slip his tongue between your lips. He was everything you’d dreamt of and more since you were seventeen–hard muscle under soft warm skin, his freckled forehead pressed against yours.  You let your legs fall to the side, his thick body slotting between them perfectly–the most natural fit. 

“If I had known,” Garreth groaned into your mouth, “I would’ve asked you to stay.  I would’ve begged .”

“Gar,” you whimpered as he ground his hips into yours, arousal digging into your thigh.

“I would’ve been on my knees,” Garreth’s voice was gravelly now, pressing sloppy kisses against your neck. “Fuck, I would’ve had my mouth against your cunt, begging you to stay with me. It’s all I’ve dreamt of.”

“No use for regret now,” you manage to gasp. “No time like the present.”

Garreth grinned devilishly down at you as he pulled away.  He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. “Tell me you want this.  Tell me, and I’ll give you all the reasons to stay.”

You licked your lips, nodding at him. “I want you.”

Garreth went to work–your sweater was torn off, trousers rucked off your hips as he stripped you of all your clothing.  His damn near tore off his own sweater, throwing it absentmindedly as he worked on the buttons of his pants. The room was warm–whether from your passion or the heat of the fire, you weren’t sure–but you stared up at the man, who’d tugged his pants and undergarments down far enough to free his length. You couldn’t help but admire the freckles all over his body, peppering his skin down to his groin. He pumped his deliciously thick cock in his hand, the tip glistening as he prepared himself.

“All this from a foraging trip,” you joked.

Garreth laughed, his whole body rippling.  He released his length, dipping down to kiss you again. “I promised I’d make the trip with your while,” he teased, fingers dancing over your core.  You shuddered, eyes shutting as he massaged your clit. “I intend to make good on that.”

His teasing words had you unbearably wet, the vulgar sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you filling the room.  Garreth laughed again, the sound music to your ears as he leaned down, pressing his lips to your nub.  He closed his mouth around it, and you let out a stuttered moan as he sucked.

“So sweet,” Garreth groaned. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about getting you off for years.” Opening one eye, you saw him thrusting his hips against the air, desperate for friction.  You nearly stopped him to help his situation, until he curled his fingers inside of you.  Thankfully you two were the only ones in the house, with no neighbors nearby–the scream you let out rippled through the air, Garreth’s name rolling off your lips as he guided you through your orgasm.

“Reason one to stay,” Garreth announced, your slick glistening around his mouth as you panted. “I can do that, every morning and every night.”

Nothing could have stopped you from pouncing on him, pushing him back onto the floor.  He gave you his signature mischievous grin, hands falling to the side of his head. “Go on,” he said lazily, as you straddled his midsection. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

You scooted backwards, his impossibly hard cock brushing against you as you adjusted your body.  His hands slipped to your waist, holding you up as you took him in hand, pressing the tip to your cunt. Garreth looked so beautiful, pupils blown with pleasure as he stared at the two of you, about to join.

“If you hadn’t been listening to your stupid friends, this could’ve been yours years ago,” you breathed.

“I’ll never listen to another soul besides you, ever again.” Garreth rasped. “Only you.”

Garreth’s head tipped back, hitting the ground with a loud thud when you slid onto him.  His hands snaked up to your hips, holding you as you took him in, inch by inch.  He held onto you so tightly, he could’ve bruised you–not that you would’ve cared. You would’ve claimed those marks as a badge of honor, knowing they were left by him .

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” Garreth sputtered. “So–so good around me, so tight.”  

“Tell me to stay,” You whispered, slowly circling your hips as you leaned down to brush your lips against his. “Ask me.”

“Please,” Garreth moaned. “Stay.  Stay with me.”

You picked up speed, cantering your hips.  It was picturesque–the fire crackling in the background, Garreth spread beneath you, coming undone. You raked your hands down his chest, fingers catching on the red hair that dusted his chest.

“Beg me,” you demanded, planting your feet on the floor as you bounced up and down his cock.

“Come home to me,” Garreth whimpered. “Please, please, please come home.  I’ll do anything to have you here with me, always.” He gritted his teeth, pushing his hips upwards. “Gods, I’ll make you come every day, twice a day, for the rest of your life if you just stay.”

“More,” you breathed.  You weren’t sure what you were asking for–more of his pleas, or more of his body.

Garreth started pistoning his hips upwards, meeting you with every bounce.  You couldn’t help letting out the desperate cry that tumbled out of your mouth when he sprung forward, pushing himself even deeper into you.  You were now fully seated in his lap, grinding against one another as you raced to the finish line.

“I’ll worship you,” Garreth growled, peppering kisses on your face. “No need to run anymore. You’ll have a home–I’ll be home for you.” Despite his hand that had slithered up to your neck, pressing light pressure against your pulse, Garreth’s words were wholesome, sweet. He meant them, you realized.  It wasn’t just the sex, or years of pent up feelings coming out into the room. The realization that Garreth Weasley loved you, had loved you for all these years apart, made you feel as if you were about to snap–and without warning, you did.  

Garreth let out a guttural groan as you wailed atop him, cunt clamping down on him as you finished.  You pulled his face onto yours, kissing him as you rocked yourself back and forth on him, riding out your climax.  From his breathing, you knew he wasn’t far behind.

“Come in me,” you whispered. “Make me stay.”

Garreth choked as he let it out, his release filling you to the brim.  You clung your sweaty bodies to one another, gasping for air.  He gave you another sweet smile, brushing your sweaty hair out of your eyes. 

“Do you mean it?” he asked quietly.

“Mean what?”

“That you’ll stay this time.” His big green eyes stared down at you hopefully, peeking through his red lashes.

You bit your lip, pressing your nose against his. You thought of the last day at Hogwarts, how Garreth had held your hand, wishing you well on your trip.  How if Garreth knew the truth, he probably would’ve asked you to stay. And now, after all these years, the road you hadn’t taken and had always regretted was now an option.

“I’ll stay,” you assured him. 

Garreth gave you the goofiest, most hopeful grin you’d ever seen before pressing his lips against yours.  You were still joined, and you could feel him stiffening again inside you as you wriggled your hips.  You would’ve picked back up on your lovemaking, if it weren’t for the smell of singed wool filling the room.

“Damn,” Garreth cursed, gently pushing you off of him.  He crawled over to the fireplace, patting down on his sweater, which had a black burn mark in it. “Must have kicked it into the fireplace while we were…” he trailed off, giving you a sheepish look.

You laughed, pulling blankets from the loveseat. “I’ll knit you a new one,” you assured him. “It’ll be your Christmas present.”

Garreth rolled back over to you; he looked silly, six feet tall and rolling on the floor like a boy. “You knit now?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“I had to pick up some hobbies,” you snorted. “Keeps me calm, considering my roommates are sex fiends.”

Garreth laughed, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Tell Sebastian and Ominis you’re moving out.” he said firmly. “I’ll tell Lucan to beat it, and we’ll have a home all to our own.  You can knit tea cozies and make sweaters for the cat.”

You leaned up, nosing his chin. “And sweaters for the family.” you whispered.

Garreth gave you a lazy, proud grin. “Especially for the family.”

You cuddled him in front of the fire, stroking his chest hair as you spoke freely about the future. You would have to write to the boys in the morning, you realized.  Perhaps they could send your clothes in trunks so you wouldn’t have to go back.  Ominis had been begging you to clean your room anyways, and Sebastian could finally walk around nude without you screaming at him.

You could spend Christmas with the Weasleys.  You could meet Garreth’s many siblings, as he’d promised long ago.  You’d knit him a sweater with your own hands, claiming him as yours. And perhaps, one day, you’d be knitting sweaters for your children, who’d run around the very fireplace you were currently laying in front of.

“What are you thinking about?” Garreth asked, stroking your hair.

“How nice it is to be home.”

The children ran around Shell Cottage, shrieking with laughter as they chased one another.  The Weasley wives sat in the living room, in front of the fire as they sorted through piles of yarn.

“Who started this bloody tradition anyways?” Hermione whined. “I’m rubbish at knitting.”

“It was Arthur’s great-aunt,” Molly Weasley laughed.  “She and Great-Uncle Garreth lived here when they first got married, and they started the tradition of new sweaters, every Christmas. Everyone in the Weasley family has followed it ever since. You know, she's actually got a very interesting story...thought she was a squib, didn't go to Hogwarts until she was fifteen...ended up becoming a world traveler before she settled down with Great-Uncle Garreth...” Molly trailed off, but no one else was listening over the sound of Celestina Warbeck over the radio.

Her daughter and daughter-in-laws sat on the floor, learning how to make sweaters for their babies.  Fleur had taken quite well to it, all of her children wearing knit sweaters in Beauxbatons blue, and it was now Hermione’s turn to learn, her daughter laying in a woven basket on the floor next to them, cooing softly.

“Thanks a lot,” Hermione grumbled, looking up at the photograph on the mantle. The young couple smiled for the camera, with Garreth Weasley proudly wearing the first Weasley Christmas sweater recorded in family history.

[the-invisibility-bloke]

Trick or Treat!!!!!😃😃😃

Happy Halloween!!!!!!!

Happy Halloween! :D Hmm... a bit of Sebinis? In a series of hijinks, the last one ended with Ominis kissing Garreth as a diversion. Now they're trying to break into the headmaster's office...

“I have a plan," Ominis says. “...You’re not going to snog him, too, are you?” “Merlin, no. According to family rumours, he had an affair with my father at our age. How terribly awkward would that be?” “I’m thrilled that’s the only thing stopping you.” “On the other hand, Father and I are said to share a strong resemblance, so perhaps it’s not the worst idea...” “I’m going to pretend this conversation never happened.” “I’ll remind you once a year.” “Fantastic. Are all the men in your family inverts?” Ominis sighs. “For the last time, Sebastian, Marvolo is married.” “So is your father. And Black, for that matter.” “If you shag my brother, I’ll kill you. How’s that?” “Oddly possessive, actually.” Sebastian sighs wistfully. “But what a way to go.”

[meizze-art]

Azkaban, 1898

Sebastian : "That hesitant gait, yet purposefully directed... revealing a burst of... fresh bergamot & lavender, evolving into a heart of cashmeran wood & white amber, grounded by a hint of musky tonka bean undertone... that red glow!... is that really you, Ominis?"

#SebastianSallow #OminisGaunt #sebinis #HogwartsLegacy

[abidolly]

One Tiny Sebinis Drabble to Celebrate the End of the Spooky Month 🎃

Ominis had been dropping hints as thick as honey, but Sebastian’s head was buried in Quidditch tactics ever since he made the team.

Halloween came, and with it, the costume party. Ominis wore shimmering gold robes with delicate wings, positioning himself just within Sebastian’s reach. As he passed, he brushed his fingers across Sebastian’s arm.

Sebastian, a little short of breath, asked, “And what… what exactly are you?”

Ominis smirked. “Golden Snitch. Catch me if you can.” With a mischievous smile, he slipped into an empty room.

Sebastian downed his firewhisky and followed. Worst Seeker ever if he let this one slip.

Happy Halloween! 🧡

[ominiseb]

sneak peak into the romance part of my Hogwarts Legacy sebinis fic Ominous Fate and Deathly Sallows on ao3! (I was so exicited to write this sjsksks) Enjoy!

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Once they’re alone, Sebastian rests his full focus on his best friend.

‘Where do you know this third year from, Ominis?’

Ominis doesn’t hide anything as he answers,

‘Apparently, this person is my betrothed.’ he says with a hint of unhidden dismay in his pleasant voice.

If Sebastian was drinking his butterbeer right now, he would surely be choking on it.

‘Y-Your what??’

Heaving a tired sigh, Ominis turns his wand for the search of the nearest portkey.

‘I’m going to retire to bed now, please tell Yuanzhuo not to expect me back, would you?’

Following in his tracks, perhaps for the first time in his life Sebastian doesn’t really know what to say.

‘W-Wait, hold on. And what exactly are you going to do about this?’

‘And what can I do? I’m still a minor.’ Young Gaunt answers blankly, finally finding the portkey.

‘Calm down Sebastian, it is not that I’m getting married tomorrow.’

They stop before the right spot, neither Ominis nor Sebastian move for a moment.

‘Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?’ Sallow enquires, looking at him from under his long eyelashes.

He almost looks offended, which the blind boy can tell from his voice alone.

‘Does it really matter?’ Ominis asks emotionlessly.

‘I’ll be getting anxious about this when I’m of age. I don’t know why you should be doing it in my place right now.’

Sebastian doesn’t take it, grabbing the latter’s wrist to stop him from leaving.

‘You’re not really going to do this, are you?’

Ominis’ lips press in a thin line, then stretch into a small smile.

‘And why should I not?’

These words have Sebastian so shocked he nearly lets him go.

Because what…??

Feeling mischievous, Ominis celebrates finally getting his friend completely speechless.

‘You’re not meaning this.’ Sebastian finally says, words coming out with difficulty.

Not knowing why, he’s never imagined what happens when they grow up.

He somehow thought they’d be roommates forever.

‘Sebastian, aren’t you going to get married in the future? What does it matter who this person is?’ Ominis asks emotionlessly.

This nonsense is something the latter immediately opposes.

‘What does it matter? Of course it matters! You marry someone that you love, not someone chosen by your parents! This is completely ridiculous!’

The streets are almost empty, but Ominis still perks up his ear for any signs of unwelcome eavesdroppers.

‘Calm down Sebastian. I don’t want any rumours spreading across Hogwarts. Besides, that’s a common practice among pureblood maniacs in my family. Nothing surprising really.’

Sebastian feels as if there was hot iron in his chest, twisting his guts in disagreement.

‘You’ve never meant to follow your family’s traditions!!’ he snarls, close to losing his temper.

‘Don’t tell me you’re planning to become their favourite child now??’

Silence falls between them, one in which Ominis must hold himself back from bursting into laughter. He’d never expect Sebastian to get so worked up over this.

His stone expression creaks and he must bite his lower lip to stop a small smile.

Noticing it, Sebastian points a finger at his face incredulously.

‘Now you’re laughing?? Has butter-beer washed out your brain??’

Unable to keep it in any longer, Ominis chuckles and turns to the side, showcasing the constellation of birthmarks that must be covering his whole body.

It’s dark but the light casts gentle glow on him just right, highlighting the blind boy’s cheekbones and deep set pale eyes.

With his chest suddenly still, Sebastian finds himself gazing.

Ominis’ eyes have always been fascinating to him, pretty, anyone could say.

But at this moment, he feels his heart pounding heavily as he realizes that his best friend is really attractive.

This realization puts Sebastian off his stroke, and he looks completely dumbfounded.

Ominis can’t see him but he somehow senses the shift and all amusement drops from his face.

‘Sebastian, are you alright?’ he asks in concern, his long eyebrows furrowed.

‘I didn’t mean to offend you.’

Trying to swallow a gulp that suddenly appeared in his throat, Sebastian clears his voice.

‘You weren’t serious then?’ he asks cautiously, almost vulnerably.

Ominis exhales, his half lidded eyes mean he must be truly tired.

‘Of course not, you goddamn idiot. If I want to talk to my parents and get any information about Aunt Noctua from them, first I must play their game, no?’

Tempted to tease Ominis with a petulant correction to “your idiot”, Sebastian sighs and finally hums in understanding.

Even though Ominis can’t see him, Sallow somehow feels guilty to even look at his friend with those newly discovered feelings.

Perhaps he’s wrong…? Maybe he’s truly had too much butter beer today?’

‘Are you coming back with me?’ Ominis cuts into his stream of rushed thoughts.

‘If so, we should tell Yuanzhuo about it.’

Shaking his head back to reality, Sebastian hums again.

‘I’ll go and tell him. You’re tired, no need to wait for me.’

It looks as if Ominis is about to say something but he changes his mind at the last moment and shuts his lips.

Then with an agreeing nod, he steps into the green flames.

Finally able to breathe with full chest, Sebastian puts a trembling hand on his heart, looking completely devastated when he returns to The Three Broomsticks.

‘You alright, Sebastian? You look as if you’ve seen Professor Binns.’

The boy doesn’t bite back with a joke as he usually would, glancing at the empty seat which Yuanzhuo occupied.

‘He left, told us to let you know.’ Poppy smiles, her cheeks flushed both from the heat inside and the beverage in her hands.

‘Alright, thanks.' Sebastian says stiffly, turning to follow after Ominis right away.

He can hear the voices of their friends fade into all the chatter and live music as he persistently goes past the mass of dancing bodies.

On his way to the portkey, there’s a kaleidoscope of memories rushing through his head, some old and silly ones, some sad and heart-wrenching, all with Ominis’ warmth beside him.

The time when the three of them had a go at cloud reading divination in Feldcroft, lying on the warm grass in that pleasant summer weather.

Sebastian and Ominis were a little closer to each other than Anne, lying with her head upside down and finger stuck to a cloud.

That must have been the first time Sebastian found himself gazing.

‘I see a bright future ahead of you Sebastian.’ Young Ominis said wisely, surprising the brunette off his thoughts.

‘Huh? Really?’ Sebastian said guilably, which for some reason had Anne giggle.

That’s when he realized.

‘Hey it isn’t funny!’ Sebastian opposed, finding himself smiling through the pout.

‘Your fault you keep forgetting that I’m blind.’ Ominis smiled softly, turning his pale face towards him.

Just then Sebastian had a perfect view into those beautiful unique ocean eyes in the bright light of the day, completely drawing him in.

That’s when he should have realized…

He’s utterly, undeniably and devastatingly in love with his best friend.

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A/N

listening to slowed version of traitor by olivia rodrigo while writing this was an experience🫠🫠 can't wait to post full (and proofread) chapter on ao3! ps. if anything sounds sloppy its because its just left my head, I havent reread it even once 😭😭

[aislynn-wiley1999]

The Iliad’s Mystery

TLDR: Slight Sebinis with comparisons to Achilles and Patroclus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s a good one.”

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

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

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

“Achilles was in deep despair after Patroclus died.”

“What a riveting observation, Marvolo.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The only way for what?”

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

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

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

Like them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What time is it?”

“Quarter past six.”

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

“Anything good down there?”

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

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

“Ominis?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sebastian, I do not!”

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

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

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

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

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

[sebinis-fic-recs]

🤍 Hogwarts' best mystery by Gabrie_DwelleR

"Soon after arriving at Hogwarts, the Sallow twins get curious about an unusual boy with a strange name and people whispering things about his family. After an accident with a stray Bludger, everyone thinks that boy is even more weird because he doesn't seem to feel any pain."

General

Oneshot

5 315 words

This isn't technically Sebinis, since it only features platonic relationships - they're in their 1st year - but there are certainly some hints. It's an interesting, wonderfully written take on how Anne, Sebastian, and Ominis came to be friends after Ominis hurts himself. It has some angst too, since there is a reason why Ominis has such a high pain tolerance. The author dives very well into the mind of a child-Sebastian, and there is this light tone throughout even though there is some darkness too. I very much enjoyed this one, not just because of the plot, but also because the writing is great!

[cuffmeinblack]

Hey fam <3 How are your feelings towards Ominis and/or Amit and/or Leander? :3 I know I am being greedy so please pick whichever one you'd like 🤭🌷

Hi hi 🧀 my dear sorry for taking so long to answer. Mmmmm I think ima pick Omi for this!

How I feel about this character

Omi was the first HL character I really fell for and the first I wrote for. I suppose I can thank him for really cementing my interest in fanfic when I went on a mad binge in Spring last year writing a tonne of requests. I knew from the word Gaunt that I'd love his story and was so surprised and happy to see a representation of a Slytherin who abhors the dark arts and wants to do better than his family's reputation, shunning their legacy. There's so much to explore when writing his character and I'd really love to do something with his Aunt Noctua one day (either an AU or childhood fic). And he is of course one half of my OTP 🖤

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Mostly Garreth of course! I never really intended to fall for Garrinis as much as I did. I just had an idea of 'I wonder what would happen if Garreth helped Ominis in potions...' and it went from there. I said this in my answer for Garreth but I love the Slytherin x Gryffindor / sunshine x grumpy dynamic. Gar gives him the uncomplicated love Omi deserves and has never had, and a family who basically adopt him.

I did also begin writing a Sebinis fic ages ago which was (I think) beautiful in many ways, though for various reasons I dont really write Seb anymore. But I love soft Sebinis.

Also open to Andrew x Omi and Leander x Omi (thanks to @ellivenollivander and @pandanscafanfiction respectively).

Oddly enough I don't have an OC I ship with Omi (yet).

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Ngl I love writing Omi and Seb bickering like an old married couple 🤣 if they're not romantically involved they're still absolute besties and inseparable despite their past. Bonded through trauma and all that.

I've not explored it myself but Anne absolutely deserves a mention. They were obviously very close. Would love fic recs for a platonic Omi and Anne relationship.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Ehhhh I'm sure there's lots. The fandom is very divided on his...sexual preferences. I see Ominis mostly as a soft dom because I think after being controlled by his family for so long he would crave the ability to control the intimacy until he trusted his partner unequivocally. There's also the aspect of his blindness; unexpected sensations might be overwhelming for him.

Also food?? I absolutely agree this boy cannot handle spice however I think he has a refined palate. Despite his family being broke af I hc at that point the Gaunts were deeply in debt and had started selling their heirlooms to keep up appearances, to keep being able to afford the finer things in life as a matter of pride. They'd also still be invited to high society balls and banquets and the like so could expect a lot of fine cuisine with French influences.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I've have loved to explore his experiences and relationships with his family more. The hint at Gaunt manor as a potential location in game is such a tease. He deserved his own questline separate from Sebastian, and to be reunited with a healed Anne.