#hogwarts legacy one shot

[5sospenguinqueen]

Imelda: Okay, MC, your turn.

MC: Hmm... Never have I ever kissed someone.

Sebastian: (bursting in) I'm happy to change that!

[metal-mouse]

Don't Ever Leave

pairing: Garreth Weasley x f!MC (M/F pairing)

themes: 18+ minors DNI. smut. fluff. so, so many tropes. pourn with plot. confessing feelings. idiots in love.

warnings: smut. p in v. unprotected sex. a hint of body worshipping. f receiving oral. not even an attempt to pull out.

summary: 7.1k words of whatever this is. It has been one year since you have graduated from Hogwarts. You've returned to Hogsmeade for some shopping, and you run into a familiar face. You spend the afternoon catching up with Garreth Weasley, when a rain storm rolls in preventing you from returning home.

note: I'm thirsty for Garreth Weasley and I'm a filthy slut for tropes. This got way longer than I expected it to. Editing? Never heard of her. Unicorns shed their horns like moose because I said so. I'll make a Garreth stan out of you if it's the last thing I do 😤

tagging @the-ominis-gaunt and @cuffmeinblack bc the red haired boi.

s/o to @anto-pops for letting me yell in the dms and also being an enabler and a pot-stirrer. luv u.

You called one last good-bye to Albie Weekes as you left his shop stepping into the cool November air. It had been well over a year since you’d last stepped foot in Hogsmeade, and it was nice to catch up with some old friends. Your next step would be visiting Parry Pippin, who had been most fond of you while you were in school. You’d always helped him make deliveries to Fatimah Lewang, which had gotten you a decent amount of pocket money. He had always paid you handsomely for having to deal with that unpleasant woman. You made your way up the street towards the potions shop, savoring the sights and sounds of the bustling village. Seeing students wander the streets talking and laughing filled you with so many fond memories. You could almost see yourself with Sebastian and Ominis, or perhaps Garreth Weasley, walking through the village and stopping in at the shops. 

Your mind lingered on the idea of walking through Hogsmeade with Garreth. The two of you had formed a very close friendship in your sixth year. You had been immensely fond of him, and something deep down inside of you had always hoped the two of you might become more than just friends. Besides Sebastian and Ominis, he was the one you spent the most time with. The amount of time the two of you had spent flirting was obscene, with delicate touches and priceless banter. Garreth had been quick to blush, and how you loved to make him blush. 

You got to the entrance of J. Pippin’s, and were jolted by the door opening suddenly. A man with a friendly face and a messy head of red hair bumped into you. 

“Garreth?” You said, momentarily wondering if you’d accidentally summoned him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, and then frowned at his choice of words, “er… I mean It’s lovely to see you!” He added quickly. You couldn’t help but smile at the blush that bloomed across his cheeks. 

“I needed to buy a new broom, I figured I’d come and visit some of the other shopkeepers while I’m here.” You said. 

“Still up to trouble, I gather?” He asked. 

“Naturally.” You gave him a wink. He laughed, and opened his arms for a hug. You embraced him briefly before stepping back and inspecting him. In the year since you’d seen him last he’d grown out of being the boy you knew. He was taller, his shoulders broader and he looked obviously strong under his clothes - which you noticed were very well tailored. The boyishness of his round cheeks had lessened, his cheekbones and jawline more defined now. You’d thought him handsome while in school, but now… he was breathtaking. 

“I can’t believe you’re really here.” Garreth said, his eyes searching your face. 

“I only live over in Feldcroft. It’s not that far a journey. I’m more surprised to see you here.” You said. A sullen look flashed across his face so fast you almost thought you’d imagined it. 

“Feldcroft? Are you living with Sallow?” He asked, an unexpected bite to his voice. 

“Anne Sallow, yes. Sebastian and Ominis moved to London to be closer to work. What have you been up to?” 

“Oh… right! I… well… it’s a little embarrassing.” His hand reached up to push his hair back. 

“What, are you shoveling dragon dung for a living?” You asked. He shot you a scandalized look.

“No, I’m Parry Pippin’s assistant.” You arched a brow at his response. That seemed like a respectable job to you. 

“Why would that be embarrassing? Mr. Pippin is an excellent potioneer.” 

“Speaking of Mr. Pippin, he is patiently waiting for one Mr. Weasley to go gather his ingredients.” Parry Pippin’s voice made you nearly jump out of your skin. You looked over to the shopkeeper, who had his hands on his hips and a little frown on his face. Garreth’s face flushed again. 

“Hello, Mr. Pippin!” You reached out and shook his hand. 

“It’s lovely to see you dear, now, if you’re insistent on distracting my assistant, why don’t you make yourself useful and help him collect the ingredients I need? He could use someone to watch his back.” Mr. Pippin said sternly. It was your turn to blush. You looked over to Garreth who had a hopeful look on his face. You nodded, it wasn’t like you were expected anywhere else - not with Anne visiting Ominis and Sebastian - and there was no way you could say no to that face. You would certainly rather be with him than be in the frigid sky on your way to an empty house. After a final sharp word from Mr. Pippin, Garreth started on the road that would take you towards the Forbidden Forest. 

It felt a little surreal, to be walking down that familiar path with Garreth Weasley. Truth be told, you hadn’t anticipated running into any of your school friends. You hadn’t really been close with many students under your year, and most of your friends were busy with their new jobs. Natty was back in Uganda, Poppy was running around the wilderness looking for beasts, Ominis was apprenticing in Diagon Alley, Sebastian was working in the Auror’s office… Even Anne seemed to be spending more and more time in London. 

You did think it a little amusing that you found yourself yet again protecting someone while they entered a dangerous location. It had become a habit during your school years, and it seemed to be carrying into your graduate life. The villagers in Feldcroft often asked for your help when it came to potentially dangerous situations. 

“I needed a job so I could save up and open up my own shop - Mr. Pippin was looking for someone to help out around his shop, it just seemed right.” Garreth said, jolting you from your thoughts. His tone was a little dejected, as though it was a disappointment for him to not own his own shop. 

“It certainly gives you good access to ingredients for your experiments. You’ve only just left school, you have loads of time Gar. You’re brilliant, I know you’ll have your own shop in no time.” You said encouragingly. He really was brilliant at potion-making, despite his unfortunate mishaps with his personal experiments. 

“You think so?” He asked, a little smile on his face. You nodded in response, returning his smile. His green eyes seemed to sparkle as he held your gaze for a moment - before promptly tripping over his own feet and stumbling. You moved on reflex, your arms wrapping around his, and hauling him upwards so he didn’t fall down. 

“Even if you can’t walk in a straight line to save your life, yes I do think so.” You said, laughing at him. His face was red as he joined in your laughter.

“I can walk perfectly straight, thank you very much.” 

“Hurt your pride, did I?” 

“At least I can reach the top shelf.” 

“That’s a low blow, Weasley.” 

“Yes, because you’re so close to the ground.” 

You and Garreth bickered back and forth as you walked along, without realizing you were still holding onto his arm. You loved spending time with Anne, and you did appreciate your neighbours in the village, but this was wonderful. It had been a long time since you’d laughed like this. Before you knew it, you stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. You dropped his arm, pulling your wand out of the hidden pocket inside your coat. 

“Alright, I’ve got to find unicorn hair and hopefully some unicorn horns. They’re shedding this time of year.” Garreth said. 

“Really? That’s not going to be easy. I know where some unicorns stay, but it’s very deep in the forest.” You said, frowning a little. You’d gone to see the unicorns several times during your time at school, especially after you’d chased all the poachers out of the woods. You wondered if they would remember you - and if they would just run from Garreth. 

“You know where their den is?” He looked at you with an amazed expression. 

“Well, Poppy Sweeting wasn’t the only one who was fond of magical beasts.” You said, stepping through the gate towards the forest. You’d never shown anyone the Room of Requirement, preferring to keep it your own little sanctuary. There was no way Garreth would have known about your beast rescuing services. He merely tilted his head in agreement and followed you through the gate. 

It had been a long time since you’d set foot in the ancient feeling forest, and it was just as unnerving. Despite going into the forest countless times, the feeling of it was something you’d never gotten used to. It was always so unnaturally quiet, despite the abundance of life you knew dwelled under the dark canopy of trees. Garreth’s hand quietly found yours, and you didn’t have it in you to tease him about it. The forest could really be scary. You didn’t speak as you guided him down the path, trying to remember the way to the unicorns all while listening carefully for the tell-tale signs of trouble. You navigated the twisting paths, taking the route which you recalled to have the least amount of spiders. 

You both froze when a spine-chilling howl echoed in the distance. Garreth’s hand tightened over yours. You had no idea what sort of beast had made that horrible noise, and you weren’t in a rush to find out. Dark mongrels you could handle. Werewolves, you weren’t all that eager to try and fight. Anything else… Unless it was small and easily defeatable, you truly weren’t interested today.

“Please tell me we’re not going towards that.” He whispered to you. You shook your head, looking towards the direction of the noise. It was, thankfully, in the wrong direction. 

“I can’t believe he wanted you to come here alone.” You whispered, unwilling to speak any louder. You wondered in part if that was because of Parry Pippin’s cowardice. The man wasn’t exactly known for his bravery, which was showcased so brilliantly in the delivery job he’d given you. If he wasn’t able to face Madam Lewang, how in the world would he have faced the forest and its denizens? Perhaps you’d have to have a talk with the master potioneer upon your return. You gently tugged on Garreth’s hand and started walking again - increasing your pace when another howl echoed. 

“You never said what you’re doing now that school’s done.” He said quietly, clearly desperate to break up at least some of the tense silence. 

“I’m not really doing much these days, I mostly help around Feldcroft and take care of Anne. St. Mungos reckons they’ve nearly got a cure.” You said, stepping over a large root and turning slightly to make sure Garreth didn’t trip over it. After everything you’d done, from stopping the Goblin rebellion to destroying the poacher trade in the Scottish Highlands, you figured you were owed a well deserved break - not that you were doing much relaxing. 

“That’s wonderful to hear, I always did like Anne…” He trailed off, as though there was something more he wanted to say. Heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly, and you shoved Garreth into the shadows against a tree before pressing against him trying to make the pair of you as inconspicuous as possible. He made no noise as a troll thumped across the path. You were steadily growing more annoyed with Mr. Pippin by the minute. What if he had been alone? It was inexcusable! You at least knew you could take on a fully grown troll. He may have been decent at defense against the dark arts, but Garreth had never fought a troll on his own. Hell, even Sebastian struggled and that was with your help. It was a tense few moments before the troll moved deeper into the forest.

“Come on. He didn’t see us.” You kept the steady pace up. 

“This is awful. How in the world are you still alive? I am so sorry for asking you to collect ingredients for me all the time.” Garreth hissed as he followed you. You snorted, his requests for you to go into the forest were often the least dangerous adventures you went on. The forest got darker as you ventured deeper, and now you really had to be on your guard. You jumped when something wet and cold dripped onto your face, and looked up with your wand out. You sighed when you felt more drops and realized it was just raining. You wondered if you’d lost your nerve, which was not helped when Garreth huffed a laugh at your reaction. 

“Not a word out of you, Weasley.” You shot a glare over your shoulder. 

“Are you frightened of the rain? Do you need me to protect you?” He teased. A stick cracked nearby, and with a nervous gasp he moved closer to you. You smirked a little, not even needing to tease him for his face to go red. You fell into silence once more, hoping the rain would stay light. If it was storming by the time you were due home, you weren’t going to be happy about it. Hand in hand and wands at the ready, you and Garreth pushed on into the darkness. 

You smiled when you heard the soft nickering of horses. You pulled Garreth to the side behind some bushes, quietly casting the disillusionment charm on yourself. He did the same, and you guided him forwards a little. You let go of his hand, beaming at the sight of the unicorns in front of you. You could feel him looming over your shoulder, his fingers gently pressing against the small of your back. It was a stunning sight, to have so many of these rare beasts all in one spot. 

“They’re beautiful.” He bent to whisper in your ear. You nodded despite the fact he couldn’t really see you. 

“Stay here. I want to see if they’ll let me approach them.” You whispered back, stepping away from him and removing the charm. You stepped forward slowly, letting yourself be seen by the unicorns. A massive white stallion moved forwards, staring you down with deep-set eyes. His coat was majestic, it almost seemed to glow despite no light hitting it. You stopped, and lifted your hands carefully. A loud whinny made you look to your left, and you gasped when Hazel the unicorn trotted happily towards you.

“Hazel! You look wonderful, my friend.” You said, smiling at her as she stopped before you. You lifted your hand and gently stroked her forehead. She truly did, her coat was shining bright as ever and she was plump from eating well. You flicked your wand, summoning a horse brush to give her a nice brush down. You momentarily forgot about Garreth as a few other unicorns you recognized moved in closer - including Hazel’s mate who you had named Ares, and the now-grown foal they’d had just over two years ago that you called Honey. You were laughing now, greeting each of them and letting them all take their turns with your brush and summoning little treats for each of them. 

You took a moment to glance around the clearing that they lived in, and indeed there were a few horns littered around the ground. You looked over your shoulder to where Garreth was hidden behind the bush, and carefully beckoned to him. The unicorns froze, going on high alert as he took a careful step into the clearing. 

“This is Garreth, he’s my friend.” You said, the word friend leaving a slightly bitter taste in your mouth. He came to stand beside you, careful not to move too quickly. He didn’t want to frighten them. Hazel moved a little closer to you, assessing him carefully. You swore that she understood everything you ever told her, and when she turned her head towards you and then back to him you felt that she knew just who he was. You held your hand out for Garreth’s, and he placed his hand in yours without hesitation. You lifted his hand, gently pressing it to Hazel’s forehead and stroking it downwards in the way she liked to be pet above her nose. You watched him while he repeated the motions you showed him, reveling in the awed look on his face. His green eyes were wide, and almost sparkling. A smile slowly spread as his nerves faded, and he met your gaze. He was so handsome it almost hurt. To see him so happy to be doing something that you loved… you hadn’t expected it to make your heart pound like this. 

“Hello! It’s lovely to meet you.” Garreth addressed Hazel, and you thought you were going to drop dead at the way that made you feel. You thought about how so many witches and wizards completely disregarded beasts and their intelligence, and to see someone so important to you regard beasts with respect… you were getting flustered with the overwhelming urge to kiss him. 

The rain really started to pick up now, and you were reminded that you stood in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, probably surrounded by dangerous creatures. You and Garreth got to work, he searched for fallen horns while you brushed unicorn tail hairs out carefully. 

“You know, this has turned out to be a very pleasant adventure.” Garreth said conversationally, coming closer to you to help with harvesting some tail hairs.

“Are you only saying that because Pippin won’t be complaining about his unicorn ingredients now?” You asked with a grin. 

“Not at all! It’s nice to see you again. If I’m being honest, I wasn’t sure I would. I’d assumed you would disappear wherever Sallow went.” He said, giving you a nervous glance. Your brows furrowed as you thought about what he’d just said. Why in the world would he assume that? 

“With Sebastian? What do you mean?” You asked. 

“Well… It wasn’t just me who thought this, of course, but I thought you would end up marrying him. You two were always so close.” He said awkwardly. You were close with Sebastian, and you had been through a lot with him, but not once did you see him as a romantic partner. You could understand why others may have thought that; the man was an unbearable flirt after all, but he’d never sought you romantically either. In fact, you’d played wing-man for him far too many times to count. 

You shook your head, “Sebastian and I were never romantically involved, nor will we ever be. That would be like kissing my brother.” You cringed at the thought of kissing Sebastian. Garreth was quiet for a long time. You looked over at him and saw him deep in thought as he gently brushed Honey’s tail. 

“Oh… so, you’re not… involved with anyone?” He asked, tilting his head cautiously. 

“No, Garreth, I am not.” You said. Your love life was indeed woefully empty. Some part of you still clung to the idea of somehow being with him. Why would he even be bringing this up? Did he truly care about your love life, or was he being polite?

The rain was lashing down now, leaving you both absolutely drenched while you worked. The unicorns began to retreat deeper into the woods now, looking to find some sort of shelter from the rain. You had started to shiver from the cold rain, chilling you down to the bone. Hazel was the last to leave, leaning against the palm of your hand one last time before turning and walking through the trees into the darkness. It was bittersweet, seeing the unicorn go. You resolved to come back and visit more often - you’d handled the forest as an inexperienced witch, you had so much more skill and experience now to navigate the twisting paths. You looked around, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and gain some sort of warmth. The thick clouds in the sky and the rapidly setting sun bathed the surrounding forest in an impossibly dark shade of black. 

When the clearing was suddenly bathed in light, you turned to see Garreth holding his wand with its tip shining brightly between his teeth as he finished stuffing unicorn hairs and horns into the satchel he’d brought with him. He looked at you, and you squinted as the light hit your eyes. 

“You’re blue! Come on, let’s get you somewhere warm and dry.” He said, taking his wand out of his mouth. You frowned, not happy that your little adventure was coming to an end. Garreth was right, you were freezing. Your hands had gone numb, and you could feel your teeth starting to chatter a little. It was going to be a long trip back to Feldcroft. You lamented your loss of the Hogwarts floo system, an annoying decision Phineas Nigellus Black had made upon your graduation. 

“I’ve g-got to p-pick up my br-broom from Alb-bie. Got t’ f-fly home.” You stammered out, the cold effectively locking your jaw. A powerful gust of wind made the trees swish and made you even colder. 

“Don’t be stupid. You’re going to fly home in this? You’ll catch your death.” Garreth shook his head, holding his hand out. You took it, and he apparated before you could even put another word in. 

You looked up at the little cottage you stood in front of, blinking in surprise. You supposed Garreth did have a point - the wind had picked up far too much now, flying would be dangerous. You’d go see Sirona again and see if she had any rooms available. Garreth unlocked the door to the cottage and practically dragged you inside. The door closed behind you, and the lamps flickered to life lighting up a cozy little living area. Garreth wordlessly waved his wand towards the fireplace on the wall adjacent to the door and it roared to life almost instantly flooding the room with delicious warmth. 

You moved closer to the fire, looking around the room as you did. There were two narrow bookcases crammed full on either side of the fireplace, and a squashy green armchair and matching loveseat with a small wooden table in front of the fire. On the next wall was a potions station complete with an extensive storage system. On the other side of the room was a small kitchen with a little dining table that had only two chairs. A door on the very back wall led to what you assumed was the bathroom. It was a charming little house, somehow very maximalist despite not having much for decor - how typical of him. Leander Prewett had once described their dormitory to you, and he apparently hadn’t changed much in terms of taste. 

“Are you listening?” Garreth’s voice jolted you out of your snooping. You looked at him, shaking your head. 

“I wasn’t, I’m sorry.” You said, your jaw still tight. Your wet clothes were extremely uncomfortable. 

“I was saying that I’ll find you something dry to wear, just follow me.” He sounded equal parts amused and concerned. You nodded, and followed him up the narrow flight of stairs that led up to a loft. A four poster bed lay under the window, with a desk on one of the other walls and a large armoire across the room from the bed. The walls up here were much less bare, with the Gryffindor coat of arms hanging above the desk, and banners from different Quidditch clubs decorating the walls. He also had some artwork on the walls, including photos from school. You turned, and watched him open the doors to his armoire and dig through it looking for some dry clothing. He tossed a soft looking green jumper onto the bed, and dug around a little more before pulling out a pair of pyjama pants. 

“Thank you.” You said, taking the pants out of his hand as he walked towards you. You set the pants on the bed next to the jumper. You were too cold and too uncomfortable to care that he was still in the room as you began to fumble to take off your soaked clothing. Garreth made a startled noise, whirling around and looking away from you. 

“Do you want me to go?” He asked in a panicked tone. 

“Don’t care. Too cold.” You mumbled, shedding your wet clothes onto the floor and pulling the jumper over your head. It was an immediate relief. It was massive, hanging almost to your knees, and so warm already. You pulled on the pyjama pants which were far too big for you. You took a step forward to pick up your wet belongings, and the pants promptly dropped right to your ankles making you giggle. Garreth turned around at the sound of your laugh, and saw the pyjama pants pooled at your feet. 

“A little big, I suppose.” He said sheepishly. You waved him off, picking up the pants and putting them back onto the bed. You’d just go without, you were fully covered - what difference would it really make? 

You took your wet clothes downstairs so he could get changed in peace. You pushed open the door to what you thought was the bathroom and were pleased to see you were right. Along one wall was a rope with some clothes already hanging to dry, you just added yours to the mix. You took a moment to towel dry your hair, before standing directly in front of the fire to capitalize on the pleasant heat with your eyes closed and hands outstretched.

“Enjoying yourself?” Garreth asked, and you nodded without opening your eyes. He chuckled and nudged you to the side so he could also capture some of the warmth of the fire. You blinked your eyes open, looking up at him. His hair hung in his eyes, messier than usual thanks to the rain. It was strangely intimate, seeing him in a comfy jumper and pyjama pants with wet hair. It was something so mundane, but it felt… personal. You forced your eyes back to the fire with a newfound determination to just never look at him ever again. Your eyes slowly closed again, this time from the day’s journey catching up with you. Garreth huffed another laugh, and hooked an arm around you to help you back up the stairs to his bedroom. 

“You’re asleep on your feet, you can just sleep here.” He said, helping you sit down on his bed. You didn’t protest, allowing him to pull back the thick quilt while you made yourself comfortable. Garreth mumbled something about delivering the ingredients to Mr. Pippin, and he disappeared. In his absence, you couldn’t fight the sleep. You were so warm in his soft bed surrounded by the smell of him, and you drifted off to sleep. 

There was no way to tell what time it was when you were startled awake by a loud clap of thunder. 

“It’s only a storm.” Garreth’s voice came from the floor. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and blinking. The room wasn’t completely dark, the light from the fire downstairs gave the loft a dim light. As the blankets fell from your shoulders, you shivered against the cold air. 

“What’re you doing on the floor?” You asked. 

“You’re in the bed?” He said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. You rolled your eyes and beckoned towards him.

“Don’t be stupid, you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want you to anyways.” You grumbled. Sleeping on the ground? You were adults, you could share a bed. You’d only bite if he asked, anyways. He stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed beside you. You absently reached out and fixed his hair so it wasn’t in his eyes. His eyes searched your face with a cautious expression.

“Am I a fool?” Garreth asked you suddenly, making you frown. 

“A fool? What for?” You asked.

“For thinking that there is something to that look in your eyes. That there is some part of you who might want more,” Garreth’s hand closed around your arm and you stared at him stupidly, “there have been so many times I’ve wondered if I should just kiss you, or if it’s all a hopeless daydream. This past year without getting to see that look has been agony. I haven’t known if it was all in my head, if you were with Sallow or someone else, if I ever stood a chance.” An agonized look passed across his face in the dim lighting and he looked away from you. All of your breath left your body like you’d been punched in the chest. This day truly had taken a turn you’d never expected.  

“Gar…” You murmured. 

“A week ago, I’d thought that I could try to move on, and now you’re here. You’re in my house, you’re in my clothes, in my bed… I feel like I’m going mad.” His voice was thick with emotion, and his distress was visible. His hand left your arm. Garreth reached towards your face, but hesitated and started to pull his hand back. You took it and brought it to your cheek. 

“I..” You opened your mouth, cursing your sleep-addled brain for being unable to come up with a reasonable response. You wanted to tell him how you felt about him. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, and you’d been hoping and wishing he’d say he felt the same about you. A flash of lightning showed Garreth’s pained expression as he awaited your response. There weren’t enough words in the world that could adequately describe the way he made you feel. You would rearrange all the stars in the sky if he asked you to, and you didn’t know how to tell him that. 

“I love you.” You whispered instead, and watched as Garreth’s expression changed from stunned to bright as sunshine. You let out a gasp as he lunged forward and kissed you with so much fervor he knocked you onto your back. He pulled back and started to apologize, so you wrapped your arms around him and tugged him back down as you kissed him. Garreth’s strong arms held you tight against him. His kiss was sweet as honey, and you poured every drop of emotion you held into it. You might not be able to tell him how you feel, but you could certainly show him. As your tongue brushed against his lower lip, Garreth let out a groan that seemed to settle right between your legs. You wondered what other delightful noises he was capable of, arousal swiftly spreading through you. 

You spread your legs a little bit, and he fell right between them with a surprised noise. He lifted his head a little, looking at you with a look of disbelief. You could see the want in his eyes, but you could also see the hesitation. You gently squeezed his waist with your bare thighs, and you could see his cheeks going an even darker red. 

“I want you.” You whispered, tugging him down for another kiss. Garreth relented with a gleeful look in his eye, his hands gripping your hips holding you in place as he gently ground against you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue lazily exploring your mouth. His broad hands slowly moved under your borrowed jumper, stroking over your skin slowly and gently. The feeling of his skin against yours was heavenly, and he already had you wanting more. It was unfair that he had this effect on you. 

“You have my heart, darling.” Garreth murmured against your lips, his fingers curling slightly into your skin. You couldn’t stop your smile, your heart beating just a little bit faster. You’d waited years to hear those words. Garreth’s lips trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He nipped gently at your pulse. His hands worked in time with his kisses, pushing up the jumper to expose more of your skin to him. Impatiently, you pushed him back a little bit and pulled it over your head, dumping it onto the floor. Garreth’s green eyes scanned you up and down, his jaw slack. You wondered if you’d caught him off guard by being completely bare under his jumper. 

“You’re beautiful.” Garreth breathed out, his hands reverently running over your skin without restraint. Your back arched as his warm hands cupped your tight breasts, massaging you. The slight roughness to his hands made the most delightful sensations on your skin, you let out a small string of moans as he gently tweaked your already sensitive nipples. He continued to grind against you, becoming more breathless himself. You looked down, watching him work his hands over your skin. He moved them lower, and lower, making sure he touched every inch of your skin with his burning hands. You were panting now, wriggling under his touch as his hands smoothed over your belly and down onto your thighs. You ached for him, needing him to give you some sort of relief to the pressure that had built up between your legs. “Please, Garreth, touch me.” You whined out. 

“I am touching you,” He said with his most charming grin, “I’ve wanted this for years, I intend to take my time.” He whispered in your ear, before giving your neck a sharp nip. 

“Bastard.” You said, despite the smile that played on your lips.

“Do you have any idea what someone like you does to a teenage boy? Seeing you every day at school and not having you was torture” His tongue traced up your jaw and you whimpered. You captured his lips in another kiss, wondering if you could tempt him into giving you what you wanted. He groaned against your mouth at the feeling of your kiss, you pulled out all of your favourite tricks, proving to him you could do many things with your tongue. Your wicked little plan seemed to be working, until Garreth pulled back and looked at you with soft eyes. He began to press kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, the tip of your nose, oh-so-gently over your eyelids, and onto your forehead. He held your thighs in a bruising grip, contrasting with the sweet kisses that now were trailing down your jaw, onto your neck, then down your collar. You were a whining mess as he massaged circles on your inner thighs and kissed every part of your body until his lips hovered just below your belly button. His hands on your thighs tugged you so your lower half was dangling off the side of the bed. 

“Please Garreth.” You whispered, certain you’d burst into flames if he didn’t do something. He looked up at you with hungry eyes, a smile playing at his lips. 

“Anything for you.” He promised, getting on his knees and guiding your legs to rest on his shoulders. He held them in place and licked a firm stripe against your soaked, aching heat and moaned. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a loud moan of your own. He concentrated on your aching clit, his tongue swirling around it carefully before he gently wrapped his lips around you and sucked. You arched into him, crying out loudly because of this. He let out a hum of appreciation, squeezing your thighs. You propped yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. His eyes were closed, and his head dipped and you felt him tonguing at your soaking hole before he moved back up to latch onto your clit again. This time, his tongue flicked across your sensitive nub while he sucked it and you swore violently, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. Your hips bucked, and he planted one of his hands on your belly to firmly hold you in place. Your core tightened, pressure building inside of you as he kept up the same motion. 

“I’m– Oh Merlin– That’s…” You couldn’t string a sentence together, and the pressure reached its peak and you cried out as a mind-shattering orgasm crashed over you. Your thighs clenched tight around Garreth, and he let out a moan that added to the sensation of his tongue and lips while you rode out your orgasm on his face. He only stopped when your legs twitched, and he was laughing softly as he pulled away from you. You stared at him, your jaw slack. He was a mess, and he was beautiful. The lower half of his face was shining with your slick, his cheeks flushed, and his smile was more than a little arrogant. Your eyes scanned down his body to the bulge in his pants, and then back up to his face. Another flash of lightning lit up the room, almost reminding you to move. You pushed yourself back enough that you could sit up and reach out for him. 

“You, taste amazing.” Garreth murmured to you, stepping in closer so you could reach him. You palmed the bulge in his pants, and he let out a flustered breath. You hadn’t the patience to toy with him, that would have to come another day. You wanted him inside of you now. You pulled his pants down, looking up at him while you did so. His thick cock sprang out, and you let out a little eager whimper at just the thought of him being inside of you. You looked up at him, and he was watching you with love and hunger in his eyes. 

“Come here.” You said, pushing yourself back on the bed and spreading your legs a little bit in invitation. Garreth flashed you an eager smile, pulling his shirt over his head and dumping it on the floor. He stepped out of his pants and crawled onto the bed between your legs. You wrap your arms behind his neck, and lick from his chin up to his cheek tasting yourself on his skin. Garreth let out a strangled moan, and tilted his head to capture you in a scorching kiss. You can almost feel that he’s reached his limit, and now he needs reprieve from his aching arousal. He grinds into you, his head dropping as he does so. You reach down, and guide him to what he seems to be so desperate to have. 

“Oh fuck.” Garreth hisses as he slowly presses into you, his teeth gently clamping down on your shoulder. You couldn’t even make a noise as your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of Garreth’s thick cock stretching you out. As he fully sheathed himself in you, he stopped moving. 

He lifted his head, looking down into your eyes. His adoration was clear in his eyes, and it caught you a little off-guard. You’d taken men to bed before, but not once had it been someone you loved. This emotional connection you felt to Garreth… It made this feel so much… more. 

“I love you, Garreth.” You reached up and traced your fingers along his jaw. Garreth’s hips began to roll slowly, and he gave you a sweet kiss. He thrust into you with a slow and deep rhythm that had you whining and clawing at his back. The delicious way he stretched you out, paired with the way his pelvis ground against your sensitive nub had you in ecstasy. He clearly felt the same, with the pants and quiet moans that escaped his lips at every movement he made. 

“You feel amazing, Darling,” Garreth whispered to you, “You take me so well. You’re perfect.” He continued with his little praises as he ground into you. He picked up his pace ever so slightly, the steady thrusts had you clenching around his cock already. His forehead dipped and pressed against yours, his hands on your hips as he pulled you against him to get as deep as he could. You planted your feet on the mattress, lifting your hips to help get a new angle. Garreth’s groan was sinful, he sat back on his knees and abruptly began to pound into you. Your eyes rolled back, your pleasure peaking again.

“Right there, shit… right there.” You panted out, and Garreth obliged your wishes. You screamed out his name as your knees buckled and you came hard. The bolts of pleasure had your eyes screwed shut and your mouth making incoherent sounds. He caught you by the waist, holding you up as your walls pulsed over his cock. He fucked you, his groans becoming more and more guttural as he chased his own pleasure. His grip on you tightened almost painfully as his head fell back and he came, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He allowed you to fall back on the bed now, flopping down beside you. For a long time, the only sounds in the room were the storm still raging outside and the sounds of you and Garreth trying to catch your breath. Eventually, you got enough energy to roll over and nestle into Garreth’s side, with your head on his chest. You stretched up and kissed his jaw, and his arms wrapped around you. 

“I don’t want morning to come.” Garreth said, his voice soft. Morning meant returning to reality. Garreth would have to go to work, and you’d have to return to Feldcroft. 

“Mmm, neither do I.” You agreed. You didn’t want to leave. You knew that you’d made a promise to take care of Anne, but she was spending so much time in London these days that you almost wondered if she would just move in with Ominis and Sebastian. 

“Please don’t ever leave…” He said. 

“I’ll have to get my things.” 

“That’s alright, I’ll help you with that. Mr. Pippin won’t mind if I take a couple days off.” 

“And I’ll have to tell Anne.” 

“I’ll write a letter to send by owl right now.” “And then there’s the matter of you meeting my parents…” 

When Garreth didn’t have a quick solution for that, you let out a little laugh. You would stay, regardless of how much work you’d have to do. You never wanted to leave his side again. 

“Will you stay?” He asked. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Garreth. I’m staying right here.” You promised, kissing his cheek. With a cheeky grin, he rolled over and loomed over you and captured you in a deep kiss, his hand smoothing along your waist. Yes, you’d stay.

[atypicalamortentia]

The Threesome || Sebastian Sallow || Ominis Gaunt

Synopsis - You and your boyfriend Sebastian agree to a threesome to spice up your bedroom activities. You choose none other than your dear friend Ominis.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 2.9k.

[Caffeinate Me]

You and your boyfriend Sebastian had decided to spice things up in the bedroom; you had decided to invite a third person in. Sebastian had mainly agreed to keep you happy, since it was your idea but he also thought the idea of another man’s cock in your cunt was extremely sexy. Now, who had you chosen to be the third man in your sexual adventures? Why none other than your closest friend, Ominis Gaunt. You both trusted him with your lives so why wouldn’t you choose him?

You were currently sitting on your sofa waiting for either man to turn up at your door. You were dressed in your sexiest dark green lingerie which you had purchased today. You knew it would drive Sebastian crazy when he saw it, being dressed in his old hogwarts colours and all. As you sat on the sofa waiting, you began to doze off when suddenly a knock on the door caused you to shoot up, standing up so fast you felt yourself going slightly dizzy. It was Ominis, you knew that because Sebastian had a key and would just let himself in so, you wrapped your nightgown around your body to shield your neighbours from the intimate view and made your way to the door. 

“Y/N?” Ominis asked, turning his head into the direction of the door as you opened it. 

“Hello Ominis,” you smiled politely. You grabbed his hand and pulled him into your home, closing the door behind him. “Welcome to my home!” 

“Thank you,” he smiled back, shrugging his coat off and passing it to you to hang up on the bannister. “It’s warm outside.”

“It is indeed,” you replied, holding his hand and dragging him into your living room. “Would you like a drink, Ominis?” 

He thought for a moment, his throat dry with anticipation as to what was to come. “Water, please. That would be great, thank you.” 

You nodded to yourself and walked to the kitchen and got two glasses of water before making your way back to the living room. When you arrived back, Ominis was sitting on the sofa playing with his fingers anxiously. “Here you go,” you smiled, passing the blonde his glass of water. 

“Thanks Y/N,” he replied, taking the glass from you and taking a sip immediately to wet his throat. There was a silence in the air and you could cut the tension with a knife. Obviously, you had discussed your threesome idea with Ominis before he had arrived and he had happily agreed, but to tell you the truth the former Slytherin was quite nervous. After a few moments of silence, Ominis finally spoke up. “Are you sure you want to do this Y/N?” 

You nodded rapidly as soon as the words left his lips. “Of course… Do you?” The question was thick. 

He nodded back and he breathed out, “yes.” 

You were about to say something else when the front door opened. Within a few seconds, Sebastian walked into the living room, running his hands through his hair. When he saw you and Ominis sitting on the couch, he grinned immediately. “How long have you been here, Ominis?” Sebastian asked. 

“Ah, Sebastian!” Ominis smiled. “I’ve only just arrived myself. Y/N and I were just talking.”

“What were you talking about?” Sebastian pressed, raising his eyebrow as he took off his shoes and putting them under the coffee table situated in the middle of the room. 

“Nothing really,” Ominis said quickly, but you decided to tell the truth. 

“Ominis was just asking if I was sure this was something I wanted to do.” 

“It was Y/N’s idea,” Sebastian remarked. It was then that he noticed you in your nightgown and he yet again raised his eyebrow and grinned mischievously. “What’ve you got under there, my love?” He walked over to you, pulling you up off the sofa and seductively unwrapped your nightgown. He let it drop to the floor revealing your new lace lingerie and Sebastian immediately felt himself getting erect at the sight of you. His mouth dropped open into an ‘o’ shape as his hands trailed your form. 

“Do you like it?” You whispered softly. “I bought it just for you.”

“It’s… Incredible,” Sebastian breathed out, trying to calm himself down slightly. His large hands cupped your breasts as he admired the lace that adorned them. You couldn’t help but throw your head back lightly as he pawed at your chest. After a few seconds, his hands dropped to yours and he was dragging you to the bedroom. “Come on.” 

“Ominis!” You squeaked, grabbing the blonde’s hand and pulling him off the sofa as Sebastian dragged you to the bedroom. As soon as you entered the bedroom, you let go of Ominis’s hand as Sebastian closed the door behind the three of you.

“Are we starting right away?” Ominis asked, eyes wide. 

“If you saw what she was wearing, Ominis, you wouldn’t want to wait another minute,” Sebastian grinned, cupping your covered breasts once more. 

“What is she wearing?” Ominis asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“The most beautiful dark green lace lingerie set,” Sebastian replied, eyes wide as he continued to trail your body with his hands, grabbing at any and all he could. “Our old house colour, Ominis. Just for us.” 

“Mhm,” you nodded, looking between the pair. Sebastian was already unbuckling his trousers as Ominis walked up to you slowly, his hands reaching out to touch your shoulders slowly. When his hands reached your bare shoulders, he sucked in a breath and trailed his hands down to your arms, stroking them softly. “You can touch me Ominis,” you whispered breathily. The blonde man just nodded and bit his lip as his hands made their way to your lace covered waist. You looked over at Sebastian to see the man was already naked from the waist down and stroking his erect cock with need as he watched Ominis gingerly touch you. 

“Touch her tits, Ominis,” Sebastian ordered his friend. 

Ominis nodded again and moved his hand to your mounds, groping at them easily with his large hands. You let out a soft whimper as Ominis continued to man-handle your boobs and threw your head back lightly, biting your bottom lip. “Oh Merlin,” you whispered as you felt a shot of excitement go straight to your core at another man touching your most intimate places. 

He popped your tits out of their cups and bent his head down to lick at your nipples nervously. Taking your right nipple in between his lips, Ominis began to suck softly as he teased your left nipple between his fingers. “Your skin tastes divine,” Ominis murmured between your flesh. 

“Doesn’t she just,” Sebastian groaned as he continued to pump himself at the scene in front of him. Ominis shifted his attention to your left nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around the nub, earning a series of delicious moans to fall from your lips. 

“Mhm,” Ominis agreed, his eyes rolling back into his head as he continued his assault on your nipples. 

Sebastian pushed Ominis out of the way and attached his own lips to your nipples, swirling his tongue just the way you liked it. Ominis furrowed his eyebrows at the sudden push but wiped some saliva that had pooled at the corner of his mouth as he heard the noises of Sebastian slurping around your breasts. As you relished in the feeling of Sebastian’s mouth on your tits, he pulled down your lace underwear without breaking his movements. You gasped as the warm air hit your cunt, sending a shiver down your spine. Ominis moved behind you and began sucking at the spot where your jugular vein was as Sebastian dipped his free hand down to your slit, stroking it gently and swirling his fingers around your clit. 

“Oh Gods, Sebastian,” you whimpered softly. Ominis didn’t appear to like you moaning Sebastian’s name as he bit down lightly on your neck. “Oh, Ominis.”

“Mmm,” Ominis mumbled as he began sucking at your throat. 

“You’re so wet baby,” Sebastian whispered huskily against your nipple. “Does it excite you to have two strong men paying attention to you?” You nodded your head, but Sebastian wanted you to use your words. He pinched your nipple and slapped your breast before grumbling. “Use your words princess.” 

“Y-Yes!” You gasped, the stinging in your breast sending shivers down your spine. 

“That’s a good girl,” Sebastian groaned, thrusting his erection against your thigh slowly to gain some friction. Ominis’s hands were making their way to your breasts again, moving Sebastian’s face out of the way. Sebastian growled slightly but dropped to his knees, eyes now level with your pussy. He admired it, the way it glistened in the light of the room before he licked a long stripe up your slit causing you to jump at the contact. “Taste so fucking good princess,” Sebastian mumbled before going back in for another lick. Ominis was still behind you leaving hickies on your neck and pawing at your tits desperately. You could feel his erection pressing against your back and your mind wandered to how big he would be… Would he be as big as Sebastian? Would he be thicker or skinnier? Would he be curved or not? Your mouth started watering at all the possibilities. 

Sebastian continued to eat you out like a man starved. His hands held your lips apart to give him better access to your tight little hole as he dipped his tongue in and out while occasionally paying attention to your clit. Your legs were shaking from the pleasure the two men were giving you and you found yourself swaying on the spot, eyes scrunching closed, head lolling back and mouth hanging open. “Gonna cum,” you whimpered quietly. 

Sebastian raised his eyebrow at you and smirked against your cunt. He turned his attention to your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub violently in a desperate attempt to get you to cum all over his face. His mouth hung open as you squirted with no other warning but he was satisfied nonetheless. “Such a good girl,” Sebastian whispered as he stood up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips giving you a taste of yourself. Ominis moved away from your back and began tugging at his belt, unbuckling it with a sense of urgency. He wanted to relieve himself from the tightness he was feeling. You turned around to see Ominis sitting on your double bed, taking his trousers off, the bulge in his boxers extremely obvious to you now. You looked at Sebastian who nodded to you reassuringly and you sat next to Ominis, helping the fumbling man remove his trousers. 

“Need some help?” You whispered into his ear, licking a stripe up his lobe seductively. Ominis nodded, his mouth open slightly as he breathed heavily. You chuckled to yourself and helped him take off his trousers and with one swift motion pulled his underwear down. Ominis gasped as his cock hit his stomach, finally free from the tightness of his clothes. Your eyes widened as you saw his length: he was roughly the same size as Sebastian but curved very slightly to the right. You hovered over Ominis and pressed soft kisses to his cheeks, making your way to his lips before kissing him passionately. He was surprised but was quick to kiss back, his lips moulding with yours almost perfectly. You let out a soft moan into the kiss and bent your hand down to stroke Ominis’s cock slowly, a grumble erupting from his throat the second you wrapped your hand around him. You quickened your pace slightly, grasping his cock tightly as you did. Ominis was breathing heavily, his eyes closed as he relished in the feeling of your hand around his cock. He’d been wanting this since he had first met you, so to finally have you in this situation was a dream come true. 

“Oh Merlin,” Ominis gasped, bucking his hips up lightly. You looked at Sebastian and grinned before removing your hand from Ominis’s cock and bending down to take him into your mouth. Ominis gasped once more as soon as your warm mouth enveloped his cock. “Oh shit-” he whimpered. You took his full length into your mouth, gagging slightly as it hit the back of your throat. 

“That’s it baby, take him all I know you can do it,” Sebastian whispered as he came up behind you, grasping your hair tightly and forcing you down further onto Ominis’s cock. You gagged yet again, but due to Sebastian’s grip on your hair you were unable to pull up for air until he finally allowed you too. Tears welled in your eyes as Sebastian finally pulled your head up and you began coughing. 

“Wait, no, don’t stop,” Ominis whined, looking down in your general direction. “I was so close.”

“We can’t have you cumming yet Ominis,” Sebastian grinned, pushing you down flat onto the bed. Ominis was about to protest, but kept his mouth closed as he felt the bed beneath him shift as Sebastian climbed on top of you. Sebastian admired the marks Ominis had left on your throat and used his finger to trace the marks whilst humming to himself. “You certainly left your mark on her Ominis.”

“Have I?” Ominis asked, a slight regretful tone in his voice. 

Sebastian nodded and hummed once more, before pressing his lips to yours passionately. You let another soft moan into the kiss as Sebastian slipped his tongue into your mouth, swirling his tongue around your own. His hands cupped your breasts once more, playing with them again. You moaned into Sebastian’s mouth, your eyes looking towards Ominis who was gently wanking himself off to the sounds of your moans. Then Sebastian pulled away and smiled warmly at you. “Ominis, are you ready? She’s going to suck my cock while you pound that sweet little cunt.”

Ominis nodded as Sebastian shifted you onto all fours before making his way round to your face. Ominis made his way behind you, his hands grazing the lace on your hips to find his way around. When he was settled firmly behind you, Ominis grasped the base of his cock and slicked it up your folds to lubricate it before slowly pushing into you. “Oh Merlin!” You cried out, scrunching your eyes shut. 

“Look at me Y/N,” Sebastian ordered. You nodded and opened your eyes, looking up at your boyfriend who was in front of you, his own cock dangerously close to your lips. Ominis was giving you a moment to adjust before he started moving, but Sebastian forced his cock into your mouth immediately. His hips began to thrust into your face as you hollowed your cheeks to suck him off earning a groan from the brunette. Ominis took that as his sign to start moving and slowly began to thrust into you. Moans escaped both of the men's lips as their hips moved in tandem, Ominis thrusting into your cunt and Sebastian thrusting into your mouth. You let out a moan around Sebastian’s cock as Ominis’s pace sped up slightly, causing Sebastian to groan in pleasure. “Does he feel good, Y/N? Baby? Does he feel good?” You nodded, unable to reply with a mouthful of cock. You went to close your eyes but Sebastian slapped you across your face lightly, enough to send a stinging sensation across your cheek and force you to open your eyes. “Look at me when he fucks you. Look at me while I fuck you. Don’t. Stop. Looking.” You nodded again, letting out a soft sight as you took Sebastian deep into your mouth. 

“Feels too good,” Ominis whimpered, his hands grasping your hips as he continued to pound into you. He was babbling now about how good you felt wrapped around his cock, about how he’d always wanted to fuck you and have you on your knees for him. His pace sped up even faster now, your body moving forward with each powerful thrust Ominis made. “I’m going to cum, baby, I’m going to cum,” Ominis cried out to you, his hips stuttering as he shot his cum deep inside of your cunt. The sound of Ominis’s whines and moans as he came pushed Sebastian over the edge. He grasped your hair tightly and pounded into your mouth desperate to reach his own release. In seconds, he was cumming in your mouth with a strangled moan. 

“Swallow it baby, swallow it,” Sebastian ordered, holding your chin tightly to stop you from opening your mouth and spitting out his cum. You nodded and did as you were told, swallowing every last drop he had given you. “Such a good girl,” he bent down to give you a small kiss on the lips before letting go of your chin allowing you to breathe finally. Ominis had already pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. 

You smiled, completely fucked out as you lay down on the large bed next to Ominis, cuddling up next to him. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, relishing in the moment before things went back to how they used to be where he wasn’t allowed to be intimate with you. His hands traced your arm slowly as his breathing went back to normal. Sebastian lay down next to you, spooning you as you remained cuddling with Ominis. It wasn’t long before the three of you had fallen asleep, without a word, just basking in the afterglow of sex. Maybe this would happen again. Maybe it wouldn’t. You could only hope to have a conversation with Sebastian about it when Ominis finally leaves.

[mochroialainn]

Despite everything

Title: Despite Everything Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy Characters: Sebastian Sallow x reader Plot: Despite everything he did, despite everything he said to you, the months of pain caused he caused you. Some part of you still saw the good, saw the kind and the caring and the protective. Most of all you still saw the hurt and the pain he suffered, so despite everything you gave him back the one thing he loved most in the world. His sister . Themes: Angst, hurt/comfort Warnings: Asshole Sebastian, mild hurt/comfort, love confessions, fem!reader. Word count: 6,769 Notes: This is based in 7th year, all characters are ages up to 18. I also have yet to finish the game, so please excuse any errors! This also got very out of hand very quickly and I apologise for the length

Golden light filtered through the windows of the Sallow home in Feldcroft illuminating everything inside in a warm honey glow that gave Anne a feeling of hope as she watched the person who had slowly became her best friend over the past year and a half, fiddle with her wand, twirling it between her fingers and twisting and turning it absentmindedly as her eyes scanned over the piece of parchment in her hands. 

It was an unlikely friendship, but one that was true and ran deep. It was a friendship built on trust and love and seeing every part of the other. For too long all people saw in Anne was her illness, the dreadful curse that had taken over her life too long. They pittied her and feared her at the same time, they didn’t want the same thing to happen to them and even though it wasn’t contagious people tended to stay clear of her. But [name] wasn’t like that, she saw Anne wholly for who she was. She saw her as a person rather than her illness, 

She saw the Anne that many thought was lost the day she was cursed, she saw the daring adventurous girl she once was. [Name] always revelled in reading and hearing the stories of Anne and Sebastian when they were children, their mischieviousness and the trouble they would get into, she proclaimed one day that Anne and Sebastian were probably the reason Solomon had grey hairs, causing the two girls to fall into a fit of giggles. 

And Anne saw [name] as more than the Hero of Hogwarts, she saw past the facade of strength and courage to see the crumbling girl beneath who carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. The girl who was suddenly whisked into a world of magic and was the only one with the power to stop it from crumbling. She saw the vulnerability and the fear hidden deep below the mask. But she also saw the kindness and the protectiveness, saw it in the way she spoke of her friends. Of Ominis and Sebastian and how she would have burned the world to the ground if anything were to happen to them, and those two boys were the most important people in her life and as soon as she saw how [name] cared for them she was quickly added to the list. 

Since their initial meeting, the girls had sent each other countless owls back and forth and [Name] would visit Anne any time she could, though her visits became less frequent towards the end of their 5th year. Anne had asked about in her letters, saying she missed [Name] and even tried to sweeten it by saying that even Solomon missed her because he loved the way Anne’s eyes would light up anytime [Name] was around and he was happy she had a friend like her. Something had changed,she just didn’t know what and though [Name] never divulged the information she had a feeling it was to do with her stubborn, hard-headed brother who couldn’t see a good thing if it him in the face with same force as a bludger. 

It was during the summer of their sixth year that Anne finally pulled the information from Ominis who had come to see her and Sebastian. Sebastian and Solomon had gone off to do some shopping, the pair slowly mending bridges together, and Anne had asked Ominis about [Name]. She had noticed the way he fidgeted uncomfortably, pulling on his sleeves and chewing on hislips nervously. After much pestering from Anne’s side, Ominis had finally relented and told her what happened. 

About her working with a goblin and Sebastians reaction, him calling her ignorant and icing her out as if she had never meant anything to him. To how he was treating her like she meant nothing to him, like she didn’t even exist. And Anne swore if she could she was going to beat her brother black and blue because she was simply the best thing to ever happen to him. Ominis had sensed her getting worked up, the tension and heat in the room rising, and he had let her know that Imelda Reyes already landed a punch on Sebastian that landed him in the hospital wing with a broken nose and Gareth Weasley had accidentally spilled a potion on him that made him smell like sour milk for 2 whole weeks. That had got a chuckle out of her and Ominis promised to tell [name] that she should come visit and that was enough for Anne. 

So [Name] did just that, she and Ominis conspired with Anne and Solomon to have her go over when Sebastian wasn’t around so the girls could talk. It was during one of these visits that [Name] revealed she hadn’t stopped looking for something to help Anne, even if she couldn’t find a cure she wanted to find something that could illviate the pain and make it so Anne could return to Hogwarts. Anne was gobsmacked when she said it, not wanting her to loose herself in the dark magic the same way Sebastian had. 

That was when [name] explained to Anne that she wasn’t going anywhere near dark magic ever again, her use of it had left her scarred and broken and she was still putting herself back together with the help of her friends, and she revealed her connection to ancient magic and how she could wield it. She told her of Isidora taking the pain away from her father and how Sebastian had damn near lost her mind when she refused to do it. She explained to Anne she simply didn’t know enough, she had seen what happened to Isidora and those she claimed to help by taking away their pain and she was not prepared to take Anne out of one torment to throw her straight into another. She had to study it more and she didn’t care how long it took but she would find a way to help Anne that didn’t involve dark magic or Isidora’s method. 

[Name] always kept Anne informed of her research, telling her what she had learned and the progress she had made even if she was only half a step closer, she also told her stories of Hogwarts and the spells they were learning how the more she researched healing the more she wanted to become a healer. This continued for over a year, the two becoming best friends and sneaking around Sebastian but never mentioning him, both recognising the pain he had caused [Name], and to now. 

It was two weeks before the end of summer and [name] returning to Hogwarts for the 7th and final year. She had spent most of her summer researching and working and perfection and finally, finally she found the last bit she needed and as soon as she had confirmation from Anne that Sebastian was out of their home and would be gone for a few hours she used floo powder to travel to the Sallow home where had been pacing and re-reading for the last hour as Anne watched on amusedly, hope blooming in her chest. 

Finally [Name] folded the parchment that had been in her hand up and returned it to her pocket and faced Anne with a smile. “Are you ready?”

Anne nodded and whispered a quiet “yes” just loud enough to [Name] to hear, but it was all she needed to hear. If Anne was ready, so was she. She stood beside Anne’s bed, the point of her wand nearly touching her hair line, she spoke a soft encatation the tip of her wand glowing blue, the familiar surge of ancient magic flowing through her and making her feel feather light. 

Moving the wand slowly down Anne’s forehead a trail of light followed from the first point, she stopped at point below between Anne’s eyebrows she repeated the incantation again and another pool of light followed as she repeated the steps again moving her wand down Anne's body, stopping at her throat, the center of her chest just slightly right of her heart, at the base of her strernum, at her belly button, and finally at her feet, the trail of light following the path. 

Once she finished the last incantation, he moved her wand once again, placing it directly above Anne’s heart a repeated another incantation this one different can causing the magic to spread out around Anne until every inch of her body was covered in the brilliant blue of ancient magic. The tip of [Name]’s wand dug into the soft flesh of Anne’s chest, not hard enough to cause pain but enough for it to be felt and for her to control the magic working its way through Anne’s body with a lot more precision and she closed her eyes. 

It was an intense feeling, being able to move and see the magic rolling  through someone's body. Being able to locate the curse that had buried itself deep inside Anne. She found it quite quickly, seeing it as dark, throned vines that had twisted itself around Anne’s nervous system and rooted right in her heart. Slowly, [Name] started untangling the vines using her magic to weaken their grip on Anne’s body, pulling them away and covering them in the light of ancient magic causing them to wither and wilt away, she started with the vines twisted around ther nerves slowly killing them all before moving on to the organs and then the muscles and finally to the root of the dark magic lodged inside her heart. This one was a little trickier and required a lot more care and patience, slowly she pulled at the roots, pulling them out one by one and killing them until only one remained and then until none remained. 

Slowly, she opened her eyes and and removed her wand from Anne’s chest, the light at the end extinguishing as the ancient magic around Anne faded. The golden light that had been shining in the room previously had gone, now the room was illuminated in a silver hue the full moon outside the window shining on the two girls and providing the only light in the room. 

“How do you feel?” [Name]’s voice was soft, exhaustion making its home in her body as her muscles started to feel heavy and her brain started to fog. She knew the magic would take it out of her, knew it would leave her exhausted but she wouldn’t let Anne see that, she would only worry [Name] had done too much at once and fuss over her. 

“I feel… good.” Anne smiled, the pain she usually felt gone, the tension in her muscles easing. Breathing was easier and her chest felt light for the first time in years, she took a deep breath and reveled in the fact that it didn’t hurt. A smile quickly came to her lips as she sat herself up, back leaning against the headboard, tears pricked at her eyes as the joy took over and she couldn’t help but let a few slips past and a joyous laugh feel from her lips. [Name] started tearing up as well, reaching out to take Anne’s hand as she mumbled out ‘thank yous’ between the tears. 

“What are you doing here?” An angry voice cuts through the sobs of Anne and causes both girls to whip their head to the door to see Sebastian standing here his face red and nostrils flared as he glared directly at [Name]. The girls eyes widened as she stood in shock, she knew there was always a risk he would come home but she thought she had enough time to leave before he did but the spell must have took much longer than she thought. She wanted to apperate out there and then, to disappear and not face the angry face of the boy she still cared so deeply for despite everything. Beside him Ominis stood, his hand outstretched across Sebastians chest to stop him from charging forward. 

“Sebastian…” Ominis’ voice was a stern. It was a warning to his friend not to do anything stupid or in anger. Sebastian simply growled in response placing his hand on Ominis’ and pushing his friends hand away as he stalked towards [Name].He was taller than her now, she remember being able to look him in his eyes in 5th year but he had shot up in 6th year and now he towered over her, eyes cold and harsh as he glared. 

“What.are.you.doing.here?” His voice was harsher than his glare, the sound of it actually struck fear into [Name]’s heart as she strugged to come up with a response. The exhaustion had fully sank in now, her muscles were giving in on her and she could feel her legs shaking, barely holding her weight up and her head felt like it had been submerged underwater and everything seemed so far away and so close all at once. Her chest constricted, breathing hard to do as every breath felt like a sharp pain. Her body was starting to shut down, she needed to rest and if she didn’t leave soon she was going to collapse. 

Anne’s hand left hers and instead grabbed Sebastians, drawing his gaze away from [Name] just in time as she tumbled slightly backwards. Anne saw it happened from her periphery, the way [Name] was struggling to standing and seemed to sway from side to side, but she knew she needed to calm Sebastian down before she could help her friend.Sebastian’s glare softened slightly when he turned to his sister and the hand she wasn’t holding closed over the top of hers in comfort. “Sebastian, she was helping me. She found a cure.”

Sebastians eyes widened at her words, the harshness melting away and making room for shock instead as his eyes darted between Anne and [Name]. “What?” His words caught in his throat,a lump forming and stopping any more words from coming out as he eyed his sister up and down and reached out to cup her cheek and rub it gently with his thumb. Anne nodded her head as a confirmation that it was true, “I’m cured Sebastian.” 

That was the last thing [Name] heard before she hit the floor, the exhaustion finally taking over her body and rendering her unconscious. Ominis jumped at the sound, eyes immediately landing on the spot where [Name] had fallen, his hand was in his hand leading him to hear before Sebastian could even mutter a word or get close to her. His hands were gentle as he felt for her arm, fingers moving slowly down until he reached her wrist he pressed into it gently a relieved sigh leaving his lips as he felt the her pulse. “Sebastian, go get Solomon.” 

Sebastian nodded and released Anne’s hand and face, rushing down to get his uncle. Anne slowly moved from her place on the bed, so used to being careful with her body to join Ominis on the floor and placing [Name]’s head in her lap as she ran a hand through her hair gently and placed her forehead against hers as a silent thank you for what she had done through she knew [Name] couldn’t feel it. Sebastian and Solomon quickly returned, Solomon’s shock of seeing Anne up and not in pain quickly being replaced with mild panic at the sight of the unconscious witch in her lab. 

“We need to get her to a healer, now”. 

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When [Name] awoke she was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, Matron Blainey standing over her with wand in hand as she did some basic checks on her body. “Ah, look who’s awake” 

“Matron Blainey? How did I get here?” Confusion clouded [Name]’s mind, the last thing she remembered was Sebastian towering over her, his icy glare piercing through her entire body. It hurt to try and remember anything else, she tried to sit up but Matron Blainey placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her head gently.

“You’re exhausted dear, you’ve been unconscious for two days. Solomon Sallow brought you in alongside a very healthy looking Anne Sallow who explained you had used ancient magic to cure her.” [Name] lay back down, head hiting the pillow with a soft ‘thump’ as she out an exacerbated sigh, she hated being confined to a bed and not being able to move. More than that she wanted to see Anne and make sure she was still okay. Matron Blainey placed a hand atop her forehead as she continued speaking, “the magic you used exhausted you and caused you to collapse in the middle of Anne’s bedroom. Solomon tried to find a healer in Feldcroft but they were of gathering supplies and so he apperated you here, he was just lucky I was doing some final checks before the new school year started” 

[Name] nodded her head gently, the movement causing immense pain in her head as her body finally registered the aches flowing through it, including the migraine that was now blaring right behind her head. “And Anne?” Matron Blainey took out a wiggenweld potion and gently had [Name] drink it, “For the pain” 

She capped the empty potion bottle before turning back to the station beside the bed and lifting a hot towel and laying it gently against [Name]’s head. “She’s good, I checked her over myself and she seems to be in tip-top shape thanks to you. In fact I believe they are currently speaking to Professor Black about her returning to Hogwarts after the summer.” A smile broke out onto [Name]’s lips which Matron Blainey returned, “Now rest. Your parents have been informed of what has happened but I want to keep you here for observation for a bit longer”

Relief filled [Name]’s body, it had worked and Anne was okay with that, she closed her eyes and feel into a deep slumber. 

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[Name] spent 3 more days in the hospital wing, most of it she spent sleeping and recovering under the careful eye of Matron Blainey who informed she had quite a few visitors, Anne for one was coming almost daily alongside Ominis and they spoke to her as she slept. Talking about how excited Anne was to get back to Hogwarts and how she would have extra assignments to do to catch up, she might have to do an extra year to complete bother her O.W.L.S and her N.E.W.T.S but she didn’t mind as long as she was back. Matron Blainey told her Ominis usually just watched Anne talk but joined in occasionally mostly just to vent about his summer had been terrible with his family and catching up with Anne. She had also said Solomon had visited a few times and when asked about the flower at her bedside, the matron had informed her that Sebastian had left them it was beautiful bouquet of blue hyacinths and daffodils. 

[Name] was shocked Sebastian had came, he hadn’t spoke to her in over a year and a half and openly spoke bad about her to friends, berating her and undermining her skills and efforts and yet here he was visiting her and leaving flowers. When Matron Blainey commented on the blue hyacinths and daffodils being an unusual combination, [Name] had simply replied, “In the language of flowers, blue hyacinths are a symbol of remorse and sincerity and daffodils mean forgiveness and hope” 

The flower choice was deliberated, Sebastian knew [Name] had a small fascination with the language of flowers and had spent time in her 6th year learning it with Professor Garlick, she assumed he had gone to either her or Ominis for advice on the flowers to use. But she appreciated the sentiment all the same. Matron Blainey had simply nodded her head and commented that he must be trying to apologise for something incredibly bad if he was going to such length. Though she didn’t verbalise it, [Name] definitely thought ‘you can say that again’. 

After the 3rd day in the Hostpial Wing, [Name] was allowed to return home and get ready for the upcoming school year, it was only a week and a half away after all. Her parents fussed over her a little, making sure she was okay before scolding her softly for beingso reckless with such a powerful spell and then they told her how proud they were of her for what she did. 

The week and a half leading up to school was uneventful, she got owls from Imelda, Poppy, Garteth and Anne about the upcoming year and she answered them all as quickly as she could. She was excited to start the new year, learning new spells and polishing up all her other spells and skills but yet one thing niggled in the back of her mind, a constant thought that never seemed to disappear no matter how hard she tried to push it away. That thought was simply Sebastian Sallow. 

She didn’t know what to think, didn’t know what to do about the curly haired boy. She had loved him since 5th year, even after he called her ignorant and began ignoring her. Began speaking bad of her to anyone who would listen, he had broke her with that. She thought he had cared about it, at one point thought he loved her like she loved him but that didn’t seem to be the case. And then he goes and sends her a bouquet of forgiveness and turned her mind upside down once again with thoughts of him. Whatever thoughts she had of him and wanting to forgive him though were pushed to the side, she had spoke to Imelda and Poppy in her letters about what happened and they both had the same sentiment that flowers were not enough and an apology and they would want more, well Imelda would want him to beg for forgiveness while Poppy would want more of a show of remorse and though she might not agree with how they want the forgiveness to be asked for, she agreed he need to earn her forgiveness and the flowers were simply not enough for him breaking her heart. So as she boarded the Hogwarts express, she pushed all thoughts of him to the side and joined her friends in a carriage to have a proper catch up of what they did over the summer. 

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It was two weeks into the new term and Sebastian still hadn’t made a move to properly apologise to [Name], instead he just stared longingly at her across the tables in the Great Hall and in classes watching as she laughed and smiled with her other friends, with Gareth Weasley. The sight of the red-head making her laugh filled him with jealousy, jealousy that was undeserved mind you and he knew it. He knew he had no right to be jealous,[Name]  wast his and she never was  no matter how much his heart called out to her . He was the one that pushed her away, he was the one who couldn’t see past his anger and his stubbornness to see she was only trying to help and by the time that word got to him that it was Rockwood who had cursed Anne and not goblins it was too late, the damage was already done. He didn’t think there was anything he could say now that could make her forgive him, even if Matron Blainey had told him she adored the flowers and took them home with her, somewhere deep in his mind told him she would never forgive him and that part of him always won over the side that told him to at least try. 

A ‘smack’ to the back of his head brought him out of reprieve and he turns to his sister in shock, eyes wide and a look of ‘what the fuck was that for’ flitted accross his face. Anne simply huffed and crossed her arms over her chest and she stared at her brother incredously, “You can’t be serious?”  

The look of shock turned to a questioning one as he looked at his sister, “What?” Beside Anne, sat Ominis who rolled his eyes at his friends denseness, the action was almost in synch with Anne’s as she face palmed and rolled her own eyes. “You are such a dumb ass Sebastian Sallow”

“What for?” Sebastian knew he did a lot of stupid things, a lot, but he genuinely did not know what his sister was talking about until she motioned towards [Name] and raised an eyebrow, “You still haven’t talked to her?”

Anne knew he hadn’t, [Name] had told her as much the night before as she, [Name], and Imelda sat in around the fire in their dorm rooms gossipping. Imelda made a comment about how he didn’t deserve forgiveness anyway which caused the other two girls to roll their eyes, Anne knew where Imelda was coming from. She knew [Name] didn’t solely rely on her for female friendship and Sebsatian was her brother so she didn’t want to bring her problems about him to Anne and Imedla had stayed up many nights holding a crying [Name] in her arms as she got through the heartbreak that was loosing Sebastian Sallow, she was the one who helped her pick up the pieces of her broken heart and slowly glue it back together. 

But Anne knew her brother, knew he wanted to apologise. Wanted to fix things. He was just stupid and stubborn and an absolute fool when it came to manners of the heart. Sebastian cast his eyes down to his hands, fingers fiddling together as he avoided Anne’s intense gaze and shook his head. It was strange to see him so demure, so shy, he was usually so confident about everything. Thats when Anne knew he didn’t know what to do. 

She let out a sigh and dropped her hand to his, prompting him to look up at her through his eye lashes, “Just tell her how you feel Sebastian before you loose your chance.” As she said that, his eyes looked up at your again just in time to see Gareth tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and subtly glance down at your lips as if he wanted to kiss you. A pit formed in Sebastians stomach, the jealousy now turning into something tangible and real and dangerous, he couldn’t loose you. Not to Weasley, not to anybody. He stood from his spot at the table quickly, and abruptly stormed out of the room the dramatics of his actions drawing attention from the other slytherins near him. 

“What’s gotten into him?” Imelda asked as she eyed his back, Ominis’ simple response was “he finally grew a pair” causing a chuckle to leave the mouths of the surrounding slytherins, including Anne. 

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A haggard sigh slips through [Name]’s slips as she walked into her dorm room, the light of the lanterns illuminating the space in such a way it feels homely and welcoming, it's a comfort of a home away from home to come back to at thend of a long school day, Imelda sits on her bed, booked surrounding her as she studies and scribbles away on her parchment. It seemed the only time the quidditch captain and prefect had to study as in the early morning dawn before the sun even kissed the sky before quidditch practive  and at dusk as the moons silvery moon starts to illuminate the black lake in an etheral light before she has to attend her prefect duties. She glances up at [Name] briefly offering a small smile and pointing to the other girls bed with her head, “There’s something on your bed”

Confused, [Name] turns towards her bed and walks towards it cautiously afraid one of the other slytherins had got the wrong idea and thought she was an easy target for a prank. Instead of an ill-fated prank on her bed there is a bouquet of flowers, a plain velvet box and a note. Her fingers trail over the bouqert gently, this one is fuller than the one at the hospital wing full of wisteria (her favourite flower), carnations, and tulips. She smiles gently and lifts the bouquet, taking a smell of the flowers and letting out a content smile. The flowers were symbolic once again, wisteria is associated with long life and love, carnations meant deep affectionate love, and the red tuplips were usually conveyed that a person was your one true love. 

Conjuring a vase, she places the flowers inside them as her heart hammers inside her chest, feelings she thought long forgotten bubbling to the surface as she turns back to her bed and lifts the velvet box and opens it. She gasps gently as she pulls out a gold chain with a beautiful moissante heart, she turns it over in her hands admiring the beauty and craftsmanship of the piece and an inscription catches her eye, ‘tuum in aeternum’, her heart beat quickens once again as her latin lessons finally come in handy as she quickly translates the phrase in her mind to ‘yours forever’. 

Tears start forming in her eyes as she places the necklace back in its box and slips it into her pocket before reaching for the note, its simple and reads ‘im sorry. Please meet me in the undercroft tonight at 12 - S.S’. She lets out a shuttering breath and blinks the tears back, she didn’t know what to expect if she went. Didn’t know how she would react to him. To speaking to him again, with the way her heart was beating and how touch she was at the gifts he gave her she didn’t know if she could stop herself from immediately throwing herself into his arms. 

Imelda’s voice pulls her out of her rolling thoughts, “Who’s it from?”

Clearing her throat, she turns to Imelda and looks back down at the card her voice coming out as barely a whisper, “Sebastian…” Imelda doesn’t ask for more information, she knows she doesn’t have to instead she just raises and eyebrow and waits for her friend to continue, “He wants to meet tonight at 12.”

At this Imelda rolls her eyes and placed her quill down, she was going to chastise her friend for breaking curfew and going back to Sebastian when he didn’t deserve it but the look on [Name]’s face as she stared at the small piece of paper has her biting her tongue. She see’s the hope in her eyes that this might be their chance at reconciliation, that they could make up and she sees the love there as well. The love her friend had pushed so far down inside of her Imelda worried she had stopped herself from feeling the motion ever again and she lets out a sigh. “Let me know what corridor you need clear and I’ll keep the other prefects away”

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[Name] would have to thank Imelda a million times over for this, she knew her friend didn’t hold Sebastian in high regard after everything that had happened in 5th year and she still held the memory of Imelda turning round and socking him right in the nose when she heard him speak badly of [Name] for the first time. It shows that Imelda cared, despite how prickly she could be. As Imelda promised, the corridor leading to the UnderCroft was clear, giving her a clear path without the risk of any prefect seeing through her disillusionment charm. Standing before the entryway to the UnderCroft [Name] takes a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves bundling up inside of her and turning her stomach into knots. 

After removing her disillusionment charm, she  takes a few before she feels fully confident in going down and as she descends her hands roughly card through her hair and they start picking at the skin around her nails in nervousness. They let out another shuddering breath as the doors open to the UnderCroft, their heart feels like it's about to beat out of their chest as they take the first step out and the knots in their stomach seems to deepen to the point that they feel nauseous and that feeling only intensifies when she see’s Sebastian leaning against on the pillars with his arms crossed over his chest and his head facing the ceiling, eyes closed in contemplation. 

He looked so handsome, he had always been handsome but something about him was different. She realised she hand’t really looked at him since that day in 5th year, after all she had been avoiding him, but his jawline had gotten sharper and there was an air of maturity around him that she hadn’t seen before. She knew he was taller, he had towered over her in the Sallow home in Feldrcoft after all, but he was broader too. He had well and truly grown into himself and he was so devestaingly handsome it almost killed her. 

His eyes opened and his head snapped towards her, his gaze was piercing but not the way it was in his home. Then it was full of anger and it had scared it. This time, it was different. It was as if he was looking right through her, like he was staring straight into her very being and could see how nervous she was. His eyes also held something else, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on but it was gentle and kind and as his gaze went over her entire body she felt like she was being draped in warmth and comfort, the same kind of feeling she got on a stormy day and she wrapped herself up in blankets with hot chocolate and a good book. 

She takes a step closer to him and he does the same, they stay silent as their eyes take each other in fully for the first time in a year and a half. Sebastian wasn’t the only one who changed, she had too. She had changed her hair style, courtesy of Poppy’s advise, and it shaped her face beautiful and accentuated her features, the shape of her eyes, the slope of nose, the plumpness of her lips and he wanted to reach out and kiss her. And though she didn’t grow quite as tall as he did, she had grown some and with that growth came other changes that he would be ashamed to admit he noticed, the plumpness of her hips and thighs, it made her hip dips more noticeable and made her look even more beautiful. 

He would never admit it to anyone, he barely admitted it to himself but he had spent many nights dreaming of how her body would feel in his hands, her silk skin against his and her bare thighs pressing against his, her bare chest pressing against his. He had spent many sleepless nights fantasising about having her because he believed it would never really happen. 

They take a few more steps towards each other until their standing toe to toe, they stand in silence for a bit the only sound being their breathing and they don’t move, they simply bask in each others presence. Sebastian is the first to move, he takes one of her hands in her own and presses a gentle kiss to knuckles before muttering “You’re absolutely beautiful.” 

Blush quickly seeps over [Name]’s face, dusting her cheeks rosy pink, “And I am an absolute fool.” His other hand comes up to cup at her cheek and he rubs gentle circles into the apple of hit as he continues, “I couldn’t bear the thought of loosing you to goblins. Of falling into their schemes and traps I thought you were abandoning me for them, I thought you had given up on me.” 

A sad smile form on [Name]’s face as she reached her own hand up to cup the one Sebastian has on her cheek, “I never would have abandoned you Sebastian”

“I know. But I’m stubborn and hardheaded and a complete and utter asshole.I felt betrayed and I was hurt and angry and I thought by hurting you I would hurt less. I thought if I could convince you to hate me it would be easier for me to hate you for betraying me. But it wasn’t.”

He lets out a shuttering breath, his words soft as he speaks them. Almost as if someone else will here them and his words are only means for you, “It was the hardest damn thing I ever had to do. Acting like I hate you. Like I hated the ground your walked one, when in actuality I wanted to worship it. I wanted to worship you.” 

[Name] turns her head slightly and kisses the palm of the hand holding her cheek, urgin him to continue, “You are simply amazing, a powerful witch in your own right who could kick my ass in a duel anytime. But you are also sweet, and kind and compassionate, you are the most courageous peson I know and you protect and care for those you love. You are better than I am in every way and I am so undeserving of you and your love. But I love you, I love you so much that it hurts. I have loved you since your first day in Defense Against the Dark Arts when you kicked my ass in your first every duel, that was the day I gladly ripped my heart and placed it in your hands for safekeeping and I thank Merlin every second of every minute of every hour or day that you decided not to crush it. My heart is and always be your eternally”

“Tuum in aeternum” [Name]’s whisper is soft and finally she recognises the look in his eyes, the one that felt like warmth and comfor and home, it was love. Sebastian always kept a mask on, acting cool and collected and calm, his true emotions rarely shining through his carefully built facade to keep people from getting too close, but for her, for her, he dropped the mask and his walls he had built to keep his emotions to himself were crumbling before her very eyes. 

His eyes brightened at the recognition of the phrase and he can’t stop his excitement seeping through, “You got the necklace?”

[Name] nodded her head and pulled the velvet box from her pocket and opened it, the moissonite twinkling below the torches in the UnderCroft. “I did. Will you help me put it on?” He quickly nods and she hands him the box as she turns and pulls her hair out of the way, his hands are gentle as he places the necklac against her chests and clasps it at the back of her neck. She turns back to him and cups his face gently in her hands. 

“Despite everything, despite the pain you put me through this past year and a half, I still and always will love you Sebastian Sallow. My heart has been yours since you took the fall for me with Scribner. I have seen the dark sides of you but I have also seen the light.I have seen the kind and caring person you are, how much you love and care for Anne and Ominis and how you would burn the world down to protect them. You are not wholly bad Sebastian, you are good too and you are deserving of love and more. I am still hurting from what you did to me, but I forgive you”

Shock covers his features and Sebastian is quick to wrap [Name] in a tight embrace,pulling her close against his chest and leaning his head into her shoulder, “I will spend every minute of every day making it up to you, I promise you that.”

Sebastian pulls away from the hug and quickly ducks down to place a chaste kiss on [Name]’s lips, testing the waters for how far he can go. He goes to pull back but she is wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back for more, their lips crash together in a passionate kiss and as they pull apart again they both whisper the same words “Tuum in aeternum”, their solemn vow to one another to love each other, eternally.

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·˚ ༘"Unforeseen Feelings" // SEBASTIAN SALLOW

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Pairings: sebastian sallow x f!reader

Warnings: one shot! angry love confession / mentions of alcohol.. mini angst ? mini fluff??? steamy kiss kindaaa // This a long one yall!!!

Summary: you and sebastian decided to sneak off to the astronomy tower one night, ominis insisting to getting some sleep instead. you two ended up going alone, and sebastian gains the courage to ask you the only thing that's been on his mind since he introduced you to ominis, angrily revealing 'unforeseen feelings' from you both.

Word count: 5252

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You giggle as you finally make it up the stairs, instantly rushing over to the rails of the tower, and looking out into the sky.

Sebastian follows behind you with a smirk and a shake of his head regarding your giggling.

"Ominis and his beauty sleep are missing out." You tease, tapping your fingers on the railing in front of you before spinning yourself around to face him.

"He knows precisely what he's missing out on.. He sneaks here rather frequently alone." Sebastian responds to your claim, taking in the fresh, cool air as you followed. Your elbows rested on the railing behind you as you watched him speak.

"Do you always find yourself informing people about others' business?" You respond smartly, giving him a smile with the raise of your eyebrows.

Since the day you met him all he's done was talk of other people and their doings. They weren't necessarily bad things, and you know YOU'D never say anything to anyone else, regardless of how small a thing it was. It was simply amusing.

He somehow knew everything about everyone. It was frankly a bit unnerving in the beginning.

"Mm." he hums in response whilst sitting down against the cold stone wall. "Just you." He shrugs in finish, lifting his knee up to his chest, reaching the hem of his pants and tugging down on it.

Your eyes wander around the tower, nodding calmly in response. Though the feelings that strung in your chest, and the bottom of your stomach, were far from that.

You roll your eyes at yourself for the dramatic response to his two words, sitting down with your back against the pillar, next to one of the telescope entrances.

You two were quite far from each other, not much wall between the telescope spaces to be sat up against.

"I know too much because of you." you add on, he just snickering on the side with a shake of his head.

"We've yet to find out more. Together." he states confidently, pushing your heart to flutter happily regarding his implication of doing and exploring more with you, willingly. You knew you two were friends, but still, him wanting or willing to do anything with you made you overly happy.

You were happily feeding into your delusions.

"Mmm, who's the next victim?" you broaden your eyes playfully, smiling before he responds back with an identical tone.

"Hmm. I was thinking we could sneak into Black's house and interrogate his wife," Sebastian nods with narrowed eyes, resting his elbow on his knee which is up to his chest.

You nod enthusiastically, eyebrows knitted together in honest shock with his messed up 'ideas'. Your hung-open mouth widens into a smile, scoffing uncertainly with a laugh.

"Steal some family photos.. Heirloom diaries and whatnot." he continues whilst you giggle more, looking and picking at his nails as if this was a normal conversation between you two.. Or, anyone.

A last chuckle escapes your mouth, making Sebastian shoot his eyes over to you, a faint smile peering past his lips.

Sebastian loved seeing you smile, so it became his goal every day to make you beam as much as possible with him. Which, frankly, wasn't very hard.

Sebastian was one of the few in the school with your shared humor. Others would call you lot immature and improper, but ever since you found Sebastian, it didn't matter anymore. Because you had each other to be 'immature' and 'improper' with.

You wouldn't have wished it to be any other way.

"If he even has a wife." You suggest with a raise of eyebrows, sinking your teeth in your bottom lip whilst in thought.

"We'll have to interrogate the million bottles of half-empty brandy throughout his house then." He suggests instead, sarcastically.

"What a sad, sad man." You nod in response, looking around. You hear Sebastian scoff a laugh, making you giggle in return due to his silly little 'planning'.

"Probably a real conversation we would've had in year 5." You smile at the thought, shaking your head.

"Yeah," he responds breathlessly, thinking back to that year you two did the most reckless things. Not too much has changed, but it certainly wasn't as bad as before.

Silence fills the tower as you're both in reflection of year 5, having both the worst yet finest recollections then. As Sebastian was most likely thinking of the terrible situation between him and his sister, you were stuck thinking of the day you met him.

You had enough time to heal from everything which happened before, having the best shoulders to lean on.. But with what Sebastian's been through... Who knows about him.

"It sucks Ominis couldn't be here." you blurt out, merely desperate to fill the silence.

Sebastians' head was slightly down, his eyes darting onto yours after your words. He attempts to read your face, looking away before responding.

"I suppose." Your eyebrows raise at his answer. "Suppose, hm?" You puff out your lips and narrow your eyes in thought, nodding at the response you wouldn't have expected from him.

"I don't mind being alone." he shrugs, his eyes fixated on yours. You hold eye contact for a moment before helping yourself up, and sitting next to him silently. Butterflies swarmed your stomach, attempting to brush them off.

You rotate your body away from him, resting your back on his shoulder in silence.

"Could I ask you something?" he questions unsurely, fiddling with his fingers.

You hum in response, bringing both your knees up to your chest. The cats got your tongue, your mind still swarming, and your heart still thumping rapidly due to his last words. You never seemed to be able to pull yourself together with him.

It's as though your feelings have a mind of their own, absolutely tweaking with any and every move he may make. It drove you mad sometimes, it was frankly overwhelming. But it was overwhelming with the best feelings ever.

Besides the nauseated sense in your gut regarding it.

"Anything." you add on, finally finding your voice and brushing off your thoughts.

Whenever you found the both of you alone somewhere, the air became a lot heavier, the vigorous tension weighing it down. You weren't certain if it was all constructed in your mind, but it was certainly there. For you at least.

Some certain remarks Sebastian makes have you wonder if he feels it too, but you never trust it fully, keeping yourself from looking and feeling like a clown.

"Does Ominis know?" His tone has gone low, trailing off his sentence, concerning you.

"Know what.." You respond unsurely, disoriented about where this could possibly be going. Was there something you weren't supposed to tell him?

"That you fancy him." Sebastian answers late, it paining him to hear whatever words which were to come out of your mouth next.

He always felt out of place around you two, as though he's always third-wheeling at what not.

He's attempted to talk to Ominis about it before, but he pushed it off, calling him crazy. That made him wonder.

Sebastian was fairly jealous when it came to you two, knowing Ominis has many strong factors in his personality, and that he's very desirable when it may come to women. Always has been. More than him on most ends.

Ominis could see Sebastians' feelings toward you, and he knew that. Which is why he was so worried. He wondered if you'd said anything to him about 'your feelings towards him', and he didn't tell him.

"Fancy him?" Your tone reads shocked, absolutely dumbfounded from where that's come from.

Sebastian sighs. "You heard me just fine."

He's grown tired of the both of you 'playing dumb', but little did he know he was very much making stuff up in his mind.

"And where did that come from?" You ask, turning your body around to face him instead. You sit with your legs crossed, staring at him in concern and question.

Where could he have possibly gotten that idea from? Is he a fool?

He's sure to not return your gaze, the topic being sensitive to him.. Slightly embarrassing, frankly. But he needed his answers.

Sitting in silence whilst the two of you sat & chattered of whatever, was eating him inside out. For years.

"I mean it isn't exactly a secret. Whenever it's us three about, between the two of you, I start to feel left out."

Your mouth gapes open, stunned. How could he be so blind?

"Sebastian, you can't be serious." You respond with a scoff, causing him to avert his eyes from you further.

All these years of merely wanting HIM, and he thinks I'm in love with his best friend??

"I've felt it since our 5th year, y/n."

"Then you're the only one." You respond instantly after him.

Regardless of you calling yourself crazy for it, you always felt something between the two of you. The passive flirting, constantly needing to be around each other, etc etc, for the past 2 1/2 years. But him questioning this made you think. Was it one-sided, or is he jealous?

He couldn't be.

"Seb..." You say softly, hoping to gain his attention. But he doesn't look your way. He shakes his head with a scoff, repeating your nicknaming.

"Seb." He mocks, his eyes not trailing towards yours once, matter of fact they wander everywhere but onto you. You didn't understand his sudden coldness but Sebastian was hurting himself with these made-up feelings of yours toward Ominis, forcing himself frustrated. But of course, you didn't know this now.

You go to place your hand gently on his knee, but he flinches, causing you to jerk your hand away, watching him stand up from the floor.

Your watch him silently in confusion, hurt and concerned with how he's acting.

Sebastian would sometimes get like this, randomly. You learned to just let him feel it out, then be there for him once he came to you, or else you'd get pushed away. He tends to do that to people he loves. Push them away.

As he stood up he began to pace a bit, before walking over to one of the railings, thinking to himself while looking into the grounds below us.

"Sebastian.. What's wrong?"

You notice his jaw clench at your voice, suddenly going tense. He usually did the exact opposite at the sound of you, which made you even more confused.

Your heart started beating faster, resting in your stomach as you grew ill of worry. Whenever he gets like this, it brings back memories of year 5. Terrible, terrible memories you never wish to relive again.

But it feels as though you are when he gets like this.

“Seb-?”

“I cant-“ he cuts you off, attempting to drain out your voice with his own, but he trails off.

He can’t handle you questioning him, because he knows he’s going to give in and expose his feelings to you. He’ll give in to anything as long as it’s you telling him to. And right now he knows you want answers. And frankly, he needs to give them to you. He feels swamped with all the kept emotions inside him from everybody that he has towards you.

Which is what causes him to just blurt it out. “I can’t do this anymore.”

He turns around to finally return your gaze. His lips quiver, but no tears appear. He’s more afraid than he is upset, but then again it varies.

“Can’t.. Can’t what?” You practically whisper, shaking your head as you watch his lips fail to stay content.

“Why are you always acting like this?” His face goes angry but his eyes are more hurt, glossing over. His mouth gapes open in a deep breath, his eyebrows knitted together in anger and confusion.

Your voice doesn’t work, merely mouthing the words ‘acting like-???’ in confusion, your eyes going glossy toward the swamp of sentiments in your chest.

You didn’t understand what was happening but you understood you must’ve hurt him in some way, which hurt you.

And the sudden waves of emotions made you grow overwhelmed, confused, and frankly sad. You two were having a great time on your way here, how'd it suddenly get so serious?

You would've been used to it by now, just wait for it to pass, but the vibes were heavier and different this time. You knew it had something to do with you now, your mind swarming with questions about what you could've possibly done to get him so heated like this. Was it something you said?

Sebastian swallows the lump in his throat, his jaw clenching harder. His lips didn't seem to stop quivering, only getting worse with each thought passing through his mind. Frankly, you don’t think you’ve ever felt more concerned for him in years since right now. The lip quivering and hurt eyes… It was different.

But you chose to stay quiet. Well, honestly you didn’t know what to say. Just let him talk.

"Acting like you don't know." His voice was softer but still tense. He was clearly very uncomfortable, and so were you. Your eyebrows didn't leave each other's side, knitted jointly.

Your confusion seemed to just grow bigger and bigger inside of you at every word he said and every one of his actions. 'Don't know..' 'Don't know...'

You let your eyes wander as you thought hard. Don't know what? You were clearly unsuccessful with your study, darting your eyes back onto his.

He stood there leaning against a wall, his leg over the other, watching you with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, as if he were waiting for you to get it.

He realized you were just as confused, so he sighed in response. He closed his eyes and turned his back toward you, running his hand through his hair as he backed away from the wall, and paced again. Certainly a pacer.

"Don't know wh-" You were asking in question, but it seemed as though you began talking, he grew more frustrated. He was. Not necessarily at you, but at the situation.

He interrupted you, his next words painting the tower LOUD with silence.

"That I've loved you this whole time?!" He raises his voice in frustration, now facing you.

You're at a loss of breath, your mouth gaped open in absolute shock. Your eyebrows curve up a bit, reading his facial expressions.

Your eyes dart between every crevice in his face, trying to gather your thoughts together.

Was he serious? Of course he was. But why? Since when? How? Your heart was warming, fluttering in your chest whilst your gut was in the ground, a nest of butterflies attempting to escape it felt like. You were beyond happy, yet confused, relieved, exhausted, and ANGRY.

Angry about why it took him so long. All the restless nights could've been saved? This whole time you were left wondering.

"Are you serious?" you blurt out, frustration peering through your tone as anger gets the best of you tonight.

You stood up, walking towards him. He just watched you, his eyebrows knitted together as his lips finally stopped trembling.

As soon as you got close enough, you pushed his shoulders as hard as you could, causing him to stumble backward. His mouth immediately opened in shock, confused.

Just as he gained his balance again, you pushed his right shoulder, it now being your turn for your lips to shake.

"All," You paused between your words, pushing him between each one. "This," Your arms got weaker, pushing him with less force. He didn't even defend himself, he just stood there watching you, his hands brought up under your arms, holding your elbows gently just in case he had to stop you.

"Time?" you finished your sentence, slightly whimpering with your last, weak push. You looked at him with glossed-over eyes, a red nose, and fluttering lips. His eyebrows threaded together as he tried to read your facial expressions, confused about your feelings.

His hands rested on your elbows, still trying to scan over your eyes. This was the one time he couldn't tell exactly what you were feeling, and frankly it drove him mad.

"Wh.. What are you thinking.." He asks breathly in a confused manner.

You scoff in response, ripping your arms away from him. The glide of his hands brushing off your elbow as you did so, sent shivers all up your body. You take a deep breath to regain your strength, stepping backwards once more as you look up at him angry, but the hurt in your eyes stopping you from looking intimidating.

"What am I thinking?" You asked breathlessly, almost in shock. Definitely in shock.

"Just about all the nights I've lost sleep over this," You take another step forward, causing him to step back, thinking you were going to push him. Your voice is barely raised, but enough for him to know you were angry, for whatever reason.

"All the doubts, the swarming thoughts, the tears, the anxiety, the-" You trail off, thinking of every single day for the past 3 years you drove yourself crazy thinking and wondering about just this. The insecurities of which grew, the wondering if it was all in your head. You nearly went crazy.

"Now?!" You hit him again, but not too hard. Just enough for him to lose slight balance. He watched you with lightly broadened eyes, and a gaped open mouth. His eyebrows seemingly GLUED to each other.

His face grew more tense and angry, snapping back after he gathered his thoughts. "How do you assume I felt?!" his arms slightly lift in unbelief.

Denial then fills over your whole body, causing you to scoff. "No." you shake your head, blinking the tears away. Your nose was red and highlighted. You shake your head for a second, looking him in his eyes as you just completely turn around and walk away from him.

Leaving the situation isn’t exactly what you wanted to do, but you needed to process all the swarming sentiments in your body right now.

"No?" he asks in disbelief, confusion in his tone. "What do you denote, no?" He continues questioning you, stopping you from completely leaving the tower. You stop in your tracks, right before opening the door to the stairs.

"I love you.?" he states, though he's confused with why you're telling him 'no.' He was questioning if you were blowing him off or if you didn't believe him.

"No."

"I do-"

"No! Sebastian. no." You raise your voice a bit higher to override his words. As much as you've been longing to hear them come out of his mouth, you didn't believe it. Therefore you didn't wish to hear it anymore. He was just confusing platonic love with romantic love. Or so you convinced yourself.

"I just apprised I'm in love with you, y/n-"

You talk over his words, shutting your eyes harshly in frustration. you wished he would shut up, because the more he told you, the more it hurt you. Knowing he possibly had no idea what he was talking about hurt you to your core.

"You're NOT- how?" you interrupt yourself, turning around to face him. You pause before continuing your question, watching him.

"How do you know." You ask, standing still in silence as you await a reply. You didn't expect much of a response, because you had already convinced yourself it wasn't true. It was just a mistake on his end.

As if it seemed his eyebrows couldn't thread jointly any more than it was, it did just that. "How do I know?" He asked in a whisper, breathlessly. His voice hardly even strung out.

You bite on your bottom lip in anticipation, knowing his answer would just back up your claim to him not knowing what he was talking about. Fire in your chest grew, your anger not leaving at all. You didn't want to stick around to hear it, but a feeling inside of you thought just maybe he would feel the same. Or at least hoped for him to.

"I KNOW because it's all I've thought about since I met you, y/n"

"No. No." You say as he speaks, interrupting him again.

"No. What do you mean no? Why no?" he responds the second you voiced your first 'no.' talking over you as well.

You just shake your head in response, and just as you were about to form your lips to say another 'no' he interrupted you before you could.

"Yes. Yes, I do. Y/n.. Merlin- Yes I do." He's practically begging for you to believe him, yet still has sternness in his tone. Your mind seemed to stop working properly, and just the mere way you were standing there in this situation had you overly uncomfortable. You had no train of thought, yet all in the globe.

You had no idea what to think or feel, yet you were pondering and discerning everything imaginable all at the same time. You felt nearly sick to your stomach with the fast change of emotions and all the sentiments you were experiencing at once.

He clenches his jaw at your silence, taking in your frankly rude denial.

"I finally tell you after all these years and how you respond is denial? rejection?" He scoffs, looking away. This whole argument his accent had just grown stronger and stronger, as it usually did. When he was upset, Angry, or sad it'd heavily enhance. But since he was both at the same time, it was brutally strong.

You pierce your lips together as you take in his words. Your eyebrows aren't as tense as before, softening as they curve up the glossier your eyes get.

"The bloody hell are you talking about, 'no'??" He pauses, his face tensing and getting clearly angrier.

"Fuck, y/n?!" he complains breathlessly, looking at you with confused, curved eyebrows.

He blurts out more words, gaining more anger in himself, but you block them all out. You block his voice out of your head, not taking in a thing he's saying. You just watch him spit and scoff in frustration as your face falls straight and stern. You sheer watch carelessly, before interrupting his rambles.

Your head begins shaking at him, yourself, and frankly the whole situation. Your eyes are truly tearing up now, as your face tenses up. Who knew your lips could quiver anymore, tweaking your voice trembly.

"Fuck you." you blurt out, yet slow and softly. You stand still and careless, just watching him. Watching him as anger fills in your chest, most likely along with his.

You stare as he pauses in the middle of his words, turning his head to look at you. Confusion, Disgust, and anger paints over his face as he just glares in return.

His lips curve and mouth slightly opens to create the word ‘what’, but his lips don’t move anymore, not one sound coming out from him.

“Fuck. You, Sebastian.” you repeat yourself, pausing between each word. You wanted to be SURE he heard you and understood what you were coming off as, CLEARLY.

He blinks twice fast, his eyelashes fluttering in confusion. His breath hitches in his chest, physically feeling his stomach drop. He pierces his lips together in response, slowly walking up to you.

You didn’t move an inch as he approached, standing still and tall, heightening your chin the closer he got. He now towers over you, tilting his head down which causes you to feel his breath on your forehead.

“Oh, fuck me, huh?” He looks directly down into your eyes coldly, towering over your whole body. You don’t return your regard, staring at his chest as you nod slowly.

“Enlighten me. What did I possibly do to you.” he asks, except question wasn’t in his tone. Pure strict and demand was.

He was almost whispering with how low his voice was, and each breath he breathed on your forehead caused shivers sent down your spine.

“I hate you.” You whisper, your voice cracking. “You’re a fucking coward.”

Your voice tracks off before your able to finish your sentence, swallowing the lump in your throat. You were at the verge of crying, but you blinked back your tears. You hated the way he still proceeded to make you feel, even in an argument like such.

You were feeling many emotions, and the strongest one was anger. So that’s the one you used. You couldn’t believe it after all this time. All the times he’d have gotten so angry at you or distanced himself from you when you got close to a guy, but then never confessing drove you mad, and so confused. As confused as ever. It’s like you couldn’t do anything with anyone else but him, but he could still go and do whatever he wanted. You were exhausted.

The confusion you felt due to it kept you up so many nights, it genuinely breaking you the more it occurred. He never gave reason or anything as such. He just forbade it. Or got angry if you did. It’s not like you wanted anything to do with anyone else but him anyways.

You push Sebastian away from you with a small whimper. You begin to choke on your tears due to the attempt of dismissing any other crying noise to escape your lips in embarrassment.

Sebastian skips backward, keeping himself content on the ground. He merely glances down at you from the distance, not blinking or moving his gaze elsewhere. His eyes get sadder and lower, feeling heavily rejected. His heart is heavier than the feel of this ‘rejection’, fallen into his gut.

His eyes wander off of you, losing perception of time and reality as he dissociates into his swarming, hurtful thoughts.

“You made me feel so trapped, all these years.” You start slowly, scanning over the ground before fixating your gaze back on his face as you paused. You noticed him spaced out, snapping back into reality at the sound of your voice as his eyes follow back onto your face. His expression didn’t change, watching you hurtfully. His eyebrows curved in concern and intrigue, wondering where you could’ve been going with your statements.

“So isolated from any other boy.” You finish, still having more to say. You read his expressions before gathering your next words, seeing him try and take in what you were saying. He was frozen, stuck processing.

“I hate you for making me feel as if I was chasing someone who was so blinded by me wit-“ You took a deep breath, trying to take control of your quivering lips, and keep yourself together.

“With friendship and .. And platonic love.” You finished, sniffling away your tears and runny nose, fixing your face to be more cold and direct again.

You look up at him and hold eye contact harshly, giving him a mean stare with hurt eyes.

“You have loved me..” you start off with a low voice, steadily, piercing your lips together as your anger builds up inside you. Your eyes shut harshly, opening as you finish your sentence.

“This whole. FUCKING TIME?” Your voice progressively gets louder until your practically yelling it in his face, stepping closer to him and pushing him again with a grunt.

“FUCK you. I have been SO EXHAUSTED and WORRIED all of these FUCKING YEARS being unsure about EVERYTHING, and NOW?!” you step closer to him after he stumbled back, keeping his feet on the ground.

His face grew angrier and tenser as you continued your sentence.

“I frankly don’t get how you DIDN’T NOTICE?” Sebastian finally responds in the same tone as you, his voice loud but not as loud as yours was, for his hurt and pain where nearly overcoming his anger momentarily.

“How the bloody FUCK was I supposed to notice when you would talk to every other girl the same way you do I?”

“What are you rambling on about?? You are so much closer to me than any other girl?”

“We trauma bonded, I thought we’d just naturally become close from everything we’ve been through together??” You create excuses for yourself, truthfully still in denial. But a bit of it left here and there, more and more as the two of you blabbed on.

“Frankly! But you could have simply payed attention to context clues. I never treated you like any other girl. You were my onl-“

“Fuck, Sebastian.” you whisper to yourself, interrupting him. You look away with a scoff, as he grows additionally angry.

“You could’ve just fucking told me yourself as well!! You’re mad at me for not saying anything but i’ve been dreading this since our 5th year?!” He complains completely frustrated and shocked, in disbelief.

You mere shake your head and ignore his words. Your mind keeps thinking about all the restless nights because of this exactly. And as much as you’d be extremely happy to hear his words, you’re angry. You’re angry and frustrated. Assumably making yourself feel this way, but you weren’t thinking of such right now.

“All these FUCKING MEN to try and get over you is FUCKING INSANE. i grew so exhausted wondering if you felt the same way or not!!!-“ You complained more, pure adrenaline based off of your anger yet extreme happiness. You didn’t understand the mix of emotions but you did understand your anger and frustration.

“I feel the same GOD DAMN WAY why are you yelling at me like it’s all just on me-“ he complains right after you, but you talk over him.

“-All these fucking jealous wars and sleepless god damn nights…-“ You were practically rambling on to yourself, letting it all out since you’ve never been able to say it out loud before.

“you isolated me from any and all relationships with any other girl because you were just always on my bloody mind and I was always wondering if you liked me or we were just friends or wh-“

You guys then go on like this, continuously bickering back and forth, mostly talking over each other. You were both extremely angry and frustrated at eachother, or so the situation. Clearly.

Yet happy. So fucking happy.

Whilst you just started screaming and yelling at each other, you stepped closer and closer, getting in each other's faces. His breath made contact with your forehead again, but you kept yourself together. The irritation and mixed emotions held you strong.

You look up at him to hold eye contact while arguing over each other, to let him KNOW you’re pissed. Both of your faces paint tense and angry, anyone who would’ve spotted you two arguing would assume things were to get violent.

But finally, Sebastian shut up. By shutting you up.

He aggressively grabbed the back of your neck and smashed his lips harshly against yours. You immediately kissed him back, all your thoughts draining from your head at the simple feel of his lips.

Yours brushed like velvety silk, smoothing over each other perfectly. His hands made their way to both sides of your head, dragging you into his kiss harder. Your hands traveled up to feel over his chest, just as you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss.

He didn’t think twice as his tongue already made its way in, both of your mouths perfectly jointed together like a fitted puzzle piece. You were both nearly out of breath but refused to break apart until it literally depended on your life, breaking free of the anger by taking it out on each other. Passionately. Romantically.

Perfectly.

You two broke apart gently, your foreheads resting against each other as you breathed the same breath, all the air from your lungs nearly 100% vanishing due to the hold of the kiss, and all the before disputing.

All the anger disappeared from inside you both completely, your hearts fluttering with joy, and pounding like never before.

You broke the contact from your foreheads to look at his face fully, brushing your hand over his cheek, holding it in your hand. You go on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his nose, but he interrupts it by kissing your lips again instead. His hands brush down your lower back, pulling you in closer to him.

Your lips mash into each others' hard, the feeling of him smiling against your lips yields you to as well. You break away from the kiss, his lips desperately following yours again like a lost puppy, but you back your face away from his.

"I'm in love you." You breathe against his mouth, your eyes traveling up into his as he breaks his look away from your lips onto your gaze.

"No." he responds breathlessly, teasing and mocking you. You giggle softly, knotting your fingers into his hair as he pulls you into a hug, snickering in return.

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✧.*Authors Note: hi! I'm honestly not too sure how I feel about this one but I spent too much damn time on ts so it's getting published.

I loved the idea of an angry love confession from Sebastian and y/n, but I feel as though I might've rushed it a bit and didn't portray Sebastians' personality as well as I could've... But frankly, I'm just desperate to post this one shot so I'm happy as hell writing this authors note right now lmfao. Enjoy feeding into your delusions with me!!

And again, kind feedback/advice is very very welcome!!

[eggymf]

forever and always

ft. sebastian sallow with f!reader (one-shot)

themes: angst, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, porn with plot, slow burn, mutual pining, hurt to comfort, aged-up characters (21+), reader is not mc

warning: nsfw, smut, not spoiler-free, loss of virginity, mild depictions of injury, unedited, not proofread

summary: both you and sebastian are aurors who had just completed a mission. however, sebastian was wounded in the process, and the two of you decided to stay in an inn for the night to treat his wounds and get some rest. unfortunately, there’s only one vacant room left with one bed.

word count: 5.2k

a/n: didn’t expect it to turn out pretty long, but i’ll just casually drop this load of filth right here. 

masterlist || AO3 cross-post

“What in Merlin’s name were you thinking?!”

Sebastian winced as you cleaned a nasty gash on his chest with a soft cloth soaked in Wiggenweld Potion. In that moment, he wasn’t exactly sure which was worse: the physical stinging pain on his chest, your scalding tone, or the fact that you being angry somehow made you a bit more attractive than usual (not that you weren’t in the first place). You pointed your wand at his wound, muttering an unfamiliar spell: the wound stitched itself back with a translucent, silver thread coming from the tip of your wand. He gave you an appreciative grin while you glowered at him half-heartedly.

“The next time you pull that sort of stunt ever again, I will NOT help you with your wounds, Sebastian!” you huffed angrily, placing the soiled cloth into a bowl filled with water. You headed towards the bathroom to clean up while Sebastian stared at your retreating figure, a fond smile gracing his lips.

It has always been like this eversince the two of you became friends: kind and gentle (Y/N) always worrying about his wellbeing and being a mother hen whenever he got hurt. You’ve been friends with him and Anne eversince early childhood: the three of you were born in Feldcroft and have been living there for as long as you could remember, while Ominis joined your little group during your first year in Hogwarts. All four of you were sorted into Slytherin and were inseparable as a group. Throughout your years as friends, you were aware of Sebastian's penchant for getting himself into trouble and danger, and with how reckless he gets, you made it one of your many missions to study all sorts of healing spells out of concern for the boy. You always looked out for all of your friends, especially Sebastian. It was an oath you had personally took upon yourself.

However, Sebastian's friendship with you wasn’t always smooth. 

The end of 4th year was the start of the worst of his Hogwarts years: with Anne being cursed, Sebastian wasn’t the best person to interact with in general. You tried to help Anne of course, conniving with Sebastian by sneaking into the restricted section together with him and retrieving book after book. You had also asked your mother, who was a healer, to help with Anne's case. Unfortunately, you ended up on the receiving end of Sebastian's misplaced anger when you delivered the grave news he wasn’t ready to hear.

“I'm sorry, Sebastian. My mother tried everything. Anne can't be healed.”

“How could you say that, (Y/N)?! It’s either you’re not trying enough, or you don’t care about Anne enough!”

“That’s not--”

“I'd rather be with someone who’ll be more useful in finding a cure. So, if you’d excuse me, I have a book to read.”

He despised himself for saying such things, but his pride was a difficult pill to swallow. He steered clear from you during 5th year, opting to befriend the new 5th year student instead. It was all for Anne - he thought that the mysterious new student would be the key to finding the cure that Anne needs. At least, that’s what he merely tells himself out of his own miserable denial: during his absence from your life, it was rumored that you had began dating Garreth Weasley, so he decided to date the new student out of spite. It hurt him a lot: seeing you give the same warmth towards Garreth. But of course, being the insufferable prick he was at that time, he’d maintain the façade and pride of being in a relationship with the strongest student in their year.

Then everything just spirals out of control eversince he went into Salazar Slytherin's scriptorium. He had already lost you to someone else, and to further add fuel to the fire, he lost himself to his own madness, ended up murdering his uncle in the heat of the moment, his twin sister refuses to talk to him, his brother-like friendship with Ominis became strained, and his “significant other” breaks up with him after the school year when they no longer needed him. 

He deserved it all - he was stubborn, manipulative, and cruel. He couldn’t argue with that fact, yet you still took him in without any hesitation despite everything he had done.

It was during the first summer that he didn’t have Anne nor his uncle around - the time when he was graced with a slight glimmer of hope in making things right. Ominis was with him in their cottage in Feldcroft as usual, casually reading a book with his wand while lounging on one of the vacant beds. Sebastian was about to prepare their dinner when someone knocked on the door. Upon opening it, Sebastian was shocked to see you standing before him, holding a small pot of warm food.

“... Thought the two of you might be hungry, so I made extra.”

Sebastian teared up.

“(Y/N), I-”

You merely shook your head.

“Eat. We can talk all about it tomorrow,” you said, handing over the pot to Sebastian. “Also, I’m sorry about what happened.”

Sebastian watched you as you headed back to your home. He glanced at the pot he was holding, his heart twisting with both guilt and a slight relief. You had extended an olive branch towards him even if he was supposed to be the one who had to do it, and he felt ashamed yet thankful at the same time. Needless to say, Ominis was rather confused with Sebastian’s behavior, who was sniffling while eating their dinner that evening.

The brunette male chuckled to himself at the fond memory, but was soon snapped out of his reverie when he heard footsteps towards him. You grabbed a blanket and one of the pillows, heading over to the furniture-less spot in the room. 

“You’re sleeping on the floor?” Sebastian bemusedly asked.

“Why yes, I am. You need the bed more than I do. You’re hurt.”

“I was hurt, (Y/N), but I’m fine now thanks to you. We’ve always shared beds when we had sleepovers, so what’s the fuss now?”

“We were children back then, Sebastian. I'm actually a grown woman now, in case you haven’t noticed?”

“Well then, I'll sleep on the floor instead. Can’t have a grown woman sleeping on the floor now, can I?”

You sighed in exasperation, slightly throwing your hands up in disbelief as Sebastian stood up, striding towards you. 

“It’s either I sleep on the floor, or you sleep on the bed with me,” he interrupted before you could even protest against him. You swore you saw his lip twitch slightly into a teasing smirk, causing you to shoot him an irritated glare.

“OW!”

Sebastian rubbed the spot on his arm you just violently pinched, a grin still gracing his face triumphantly regardless of the pain as you sat on the other side of the bed. You were blushing furiously, grumbling about how stupidly inconvenient it was that the current room they were staying in for the night was the only vacant room left in this inn while Sebastian plopped right onto his side of the king-sized bed.

The night was still young, but the both of you were too exhausted with your recently finished mission of retrieving several smuggled dark artifacts from dark wizards. Sebastian was lying face up, staring at the decrepit ceiling of the room while you were laying on your side with your back facing him, quickly falling into a deep slumber due to fatigue. He turned towards you, staring at your back as his mind wandered back to what had occurred earlier.

You almost got hit by a slicing spell - the spell that Sebastian had voluntarily shielded you from at the very last minute. And there you were, chiding him about almost getting killed for saving you. 

Sebastian's fist clenched in silent worry as his eyes remained glued to your sleeping form. The thought of you being fatally injured or worse was undoubtedly his worst fear in this line of work - the both of you being Aurors and as a duo in assigned missions certainly had its perks, but a part of him couldn’t bear to stomach that you, his beloved (Y/N), always had death looming over you. You never were the combative type - you were a healer, not a soldier, yet regardless of that, you’d still accompany him to the ends of the earth to at least make sure he’s alive. It brought a twinge of pain within his chest the more he thought about all that you’ve done, and he hopes that he’d be blessed enough to repay you for your never-ending grace towards him.

Thankfully, your friendship with Sebastian had been mended for the most part these past few years. The bond was fixed somehow, yes - but it was never fully intact. Despite the both of you constantly being in each other’s company because of work, it’s as if you’re always separated from him by some sort of distance he couldn’t quite explain. Even within this small room, Sebastian feels a wash of longing despite you just being an arm’s length away from him. Is it because of the guilt of him pushing you away in the past; the fear of hurting you once again; or the fact that the both of you are always mere inches away from death so there’s no guarantee if one of you would be even alive the next day? 

Several soft sniffles could be heard from you as you shifted around, turning to face him.

“(Y/N)...?”

No response. Sebastian scooted slightly closer, finding a glistening wet trail at your nose bridge. Hesitancy took a hold on him - you were crying in your sleep. He hated seeing that more than anything, and that hate was further amplified by the fact that he didn’t know how to even help you with it without transgressing the invisible emotional boundaries between you and him. He placed his hand on your arm, causing you to stir from your slumber, your eyelids fluttering open.

“Seb...?”

His breath hitched at the old childhood nickname: you hadn’t called him that eversince he pushed you away. Gone were his reservations of keeping a respectable emotional distance from you - not when you said his name in such a soft, vulnerable tone after so long. Warmth enveloped you, snapping you out of your sleepiness. Sebastian had wrapped an arm over you, his palm resting at the back of your head as he pushed you closer towards him. You were about to protest against his actions and push him away, until he murmured his long-repressed wishes in a broken, pleading manner.

“Please just- Let’s stay like this. Even for a while. Merlin, I missed you so much, (Y/N). Please...”

You couldn’t say no to that. Hell, you could never say no to him. 

You succumb to the comfort and safety given by the man you’ve always loved eversince the both of you were children, reciprocating the hug by wrapping an arm around his waist while burying your face into his chest. You recalled the innocent sleepovers that you, Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis usually had back in the Sallow’s cottage - they were truly gems of memories that you held dear in your heart: the times when your circle was still intact, carefree, and blissful. Sebastian would often hug you like this especially when you had nightmares, and his warmth often lulled you into the best, uninterrupted slumbers. You could’ve cried in relief being in his arms once again, but you decided against it. 

He didn’t need any more sources of problems: not when he’s still in a turmoil of guilt, trauma, and the incapability of forgiving himself for what he did as a naïve teenage boy. You would’ve felt horrible if you were to sandwich your pent-up romantic feelings for him into the fray. Sometimes you wished you could rid him from all of this pain deep down, but alas, your healing prowess is only applicable to physical wounds, not mental and emotional ones.

This moment, however, albeit it being a moment of vulnerability with the both of you just lying in each other’s arms, it was truly a test of both of your mental and emotional fortitude. Both of your respective scents engulfed each other’s senses: dizzyingly pleasant, familiar, and comforting, driving you both closer and closer to the edge of self-control. The questions that raced within Sebastian's mind earlier were now getting less and less hazy as he looked at your once tear-stricken face, cupping it while his thumb gave featherlike caresses on your cheek. 

Yes, he felt guilty for pushing you away in the past. Yes, he feared breaking your heart once again. Yes, he feared your possible untimely death that could happen anytime. But that’s not the primary source of his painful longing this entire time. 

It was because he loves you from the start: heads over heels in love to the point he’d unconsciously steer you away from anything that would be cruel enough to steal the light that gave you so much life. He wanted to protect you from everything that would reduce you into ruins - most especially himself. He loves you to the point where it hurts. 

But with you staring at his eyes with the same sense of brokenness and unspoken yearnings, the bubbling desire he had feared and suppressed had finally broken through the walls of his self-control.

He captured your lips with his, inhibitions evidently thrown out of the window as you returned the kiss with equal fervor. Sebastian felt his mind blank out as the kiss became more and more frantic, desperately pulling you in closer to feel you against his body. You gasped for air as the both of you pulled away, gazing at each other’s blown-out eyes. Sebastian trailed his thumb on your lips, admiring your messily breathless and dazed form - even in such an unkempt state, you were still so fucking beautiful.

“This is your last chance to stop me, (Y/N),” Sebastian murmured with a hint of seriousness in his tone. “I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself if we continue.”

You leaned towards him, giving him a peck of reassurance on his red, flushed lips.

“Then don’t,” you breathed out.

Sebastian felt his last remaining trace of self-doubt disintegrate as soon as you whispered those saccharine words with so much pent-up desire. He smiled, gently locking his lips upon yours once more, relishing in your addicting taste. Having you in his arms like this felt so right - you were so utterly pliant, obedient, and needy for him. His hand reached the back of your head, yanking your hair to expose your dainty neck, peppering kisses along your jugular. Your felt yourself shudder, closing your eyes as you indulged in Sebastian's ministrations. 

You yelped as Sebastian climbed on top of you, not breaking the onslaught of his desperate, wet, open-mouthed kisses on your poor neck. He wedged his knee in between your legs, prying them apart. A mewl tore out of your mouth as he nipped on your neck, suckling on the spot and leaving a blooming, purplish red mark on your once unblemished skin. Sebastian growled as he began unbuttoning your blouse while you sat up to meet his lips in yet another fiery kiss, ridding him of his top as well with shaky, eager hands. 

Sebastian yanked the undone clothing off your frame, baring you topless before his hungry gaze. He attached his mouth on your chest right below your clavicle while you straddled him, his arm wrapping around your waist in response to keep you firmly in place. Voluntarily, you maneuvered your hips in a slow, grinding manner on the painfully obvious tent on his pants, earning a pleasured hiss from the brunette as your lips descended upon his, tongues melding with each other in an open-mouthed kiss.

“F-Fuck (Y/N)...!” he panted in between exchanges of depraved kisses, gripping your waist as you pushed yourself down harder on him, controlling the movement of your hips to a faster pace. You let out a shaky groan, feeling the agonizing texture of your growingly wet undergarments sticking on your sensitive core. The aching between your legs grew hot and unbearable, and this was barely even the start of the sheer debauchery the both of you were going to partake in for the night.

Sebastian left a trail of kisses downwards from your lips all the way to your chest while removing your bra in the process. Your chest heaved in pleasure as he took one of your nipples to his mouth, swirling his tongue on the sensitive nub while his other free hand pinched and twisted the other. A cry of pleasure erupted from your bitten-red lips as he gently gave the nub a gentle bite and soothing the pain off by smoothing his tongue and giving it a teasing suck. Sebastian smirked as you let out another loud moan while he gave your other nipple the similar brutal yet pleasurable treatment. At this point, he felt his pants getting soaked from the outside, causing his still concealed member to twitch in anticipation as he felt beads of precum leaking from his tip. Despite the layers of clothing still separating your core from his member, he still felt how deliciously wet you are for him, and he wondered how soaked you truly are beneath all that remaining clothing left. The thought alone made him salivate.

He liked this. He liked having this particular sort of power over you - you had no choice but to just keep taking all the pleasure he’s inflicting upon your sensitively submissive body. A sense of impatience soon took a hold of him, causing him to throw you on the bed, frantically unbuttoning your pants and pulling the garment off your body harshly. Your face flushed in shame at the sudden exposure, instinctively shutting your legs close. A glint of possessiveness was evident in Sebastian's eyes as he pried your legs apart, staring at your translucent, soaked-through undergarments. 

Your heart was thrumming frenziedly in your chest both out of embarrassment and want, covering your poor blushing face as Sebastian peeled the last remaining article of clothing away from your body. He firmly kept your legs apart as he brought his face closer to your wet aching core, watching it clench around nothingness. Sebastian's brain was completely fried, taking in both the heady scent and lewd sight of your most delicate spot. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.” he rasped, spreading the lips of your pussy before licking a long, wet stripe along your slit. Your back arched, your mouth hanging ajar in a silent moan as heightened pleasures consumed your being for the very first time.

“So fucking sexy.” 

Lick.

“So fucking good for me.”

Sebastian kept murmuring praises in between licks, the sinful sounds of slurping, mewls, and groans filling the room as he licked up your honeypot like a starved man. Your legs trembled as he continued his relentless actions, alternating from licking and prodding at your weeping hole using solely his tongue. You felt a single digit rub against your slit, coating itself with your essence before slipping inside your cavern.

However, you let out a hiss of pain, causing Sebastian to abruptly stop. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. The question itself made you blush.

“I don’t really know how to say this but...”

“But...?”

“... It’s my first time, so...” you meekly said, avoiding eye contact from the half-naked male in front of you. Sebastian's eyes widened in realization.

Oh. You’re a virgin.

That fact alone caused a switch to flip within the male as his eyes darkened with carnal desire.

Animalistic, feral thoughts consumed Sebastian as he spat on your hole aggressively, the lewd action causing you to whimper in delight. He slowly reinserted his finger inside your tight hole, his hot breath fanning over your clitoris as he partook an experimental lick on the sensitive bud. You writhed instinctively, a pleasantly fiery and toe-curling sensation coursing through your veins as you sobbed in pleasure. The mild pain was slowly subsiding as your body responded to the intensity of his foreplay. You were absolutely dripping, and the sheets you laid on now had a wet patch of your juices. One of your hands attempted to grip Sebastian's hair to pry him off your delicate spots, but he had caught your wrist before you could do so, pinning it down on the bed harshly as he continued the deliciously brutal abuse of your pussy and clitoris using his fingers and tongue. He inserted another finger, groaning at how tight your walls felt around his digits. 

Oh, to have his cock inside you - the thought alone made Sebastian rut his hips while he relentlessly flicked his tongue against your sensitive pearl.

Your throat felt dry as you moaned uncontrollably, tears prickling your eyes as your pleasure-driven sobs and cries egged Sebastian to his hasten his pacing, causing your insides to twitch in profane delight. He curled his fingers upwards and suckle on the ball of nerve, occasionally swirling his tongue around it. Your legs began to shudder violently at the frenzy of pleasure coursing through your stimulated body, your toes curling as you cried pathetically, begging Sebastian to slow down his ministrations - a request which fell into deaf ears.

And just like that, you had your very first orgasm. 

Tremors coursed throughout your body as you came down from your high as Sebastian slowly retracted his fingers from your pussy, staring into your eyes as he licked the soaked digits - a sight that made your already abused pussy clench wantonly. He got off the bed, his hands reaching for the waistband of his pants as he unbuttoned it, pulling the article of clothing off along with his underwear. Your eyes remained fixed on his as he climbs back on top of you, resting your eagle-spread thighs on his as he prodded the blunt head of his cock on your virgin hole. You gasped at the sensation as he teasingly rubbed the tip along your slit, juices trickling down from your hole. Curiously, you looked down at his appendage with bleary, pleasure-filled eyes.

Oh Merlin. He's fucking girthy.

You swore you almost drooled at the sight despite the worry at the back of your mind if his cock would even fit in your tight virgin hole. Sebastian leaned in for an oddly gentle kiss despite his prior eagerness and vigor. He languidly licks and suckles on your tongue, grinding his cock on your bare pussy as he groped one of your breasts and trailed his other hand on your thigh. You felt so fucking sensitive under him, your body twitching in delight as you received his raw, carnal adoration. 

Sebastian, however, was having second thoughts deep down hence the sudden gentleness. He was sure his cock was going to fucking break you with how insanely tight you are, and he didn’t want both of your first times to just be about his own pleasure alone. With how utterly feral he was in the moment, he doesn’t trust himself enough to not go ballistic the moment his cock is completely sheathed within your warmth. Prying his lips away from yours, he nuzzled the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Get on top of me,” he whispered, giving a brief peck on the damp, sweaty skin of your neck. Sebastian sat beside you, his back leaning against the headboard of the bed, snaking an arm around your waist as you straddled him. The both of you gazed at each other, eyes filled with both lust and love, leaning in for another breathy exchange of kisses.

“I love you, (Y/N). I love you so fucking much.”

Sebastian’s frantic, whispered confession against your lips made your heart soar as you sighed against his plump lips, cupping his cheek as he stared into your (e/c) eyes.

“I love you too, Seb. I’m all yours. Only yours.”

Sebastian hummed in response as he nuzzled your neck. He reached for his thick, leaking appendage as you raised your hips, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to stabilize yourself. He spat on his hand and coated his member with his saliva before rubbing the glistening red tip along your slit to further lubricate it as much as he could. He looked up at you, while you meekly nodded in approval. He positioned the head towards your hole while you lowered yourself slowly, engulfing him within your delicate, wet flower.

You gasped in both pain and pleasure as his cock split you open, burying itself inside your pussy inch by inch while Sebastian’s breath quickened, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully as his self-control threatened to slip away with how heavenly your walls felt. His eyebrows furrowed in both concentration and intense pleasure - it took all of his remaining willpower to not thrust himself up into your warm, inviting hole as he peppered your exposed skin with kisses, mapping his hands across every inch of your exposed skin as he steadied his breathing. You let out a cry of pleasure the moment you buried his cock all the way to the hilt, his smooth tip kissing your cervix.

You gave an experimental roll with your hips, causing a whimper to erupt from your lips while Sebastian’s breath hitched in response, bringing his hands to grip the curves of your ass. He guided your hips in a slow, grinding motion, allowing you to get accustomed to his size. The initial burning sensation of the intrusion was melting away as your body succumbed into the pleasure, your juices flowing from your hole the more stimulation you received. You reached for your clitoris, gently rubbing it as you threw your head back, gasping at the amplified sensations that made your thighs quiver in delight.

Sebastian bit his lip at the sight of you pleasuring yourself while he guided your hips, the shameless image burned in his memory for good. You started bouncing up and down his cock - a telltale sign that the pain had already dissipated as you began to lose yourself into lustful desire. Instinctively, he bucked his hips up, earning an eager whine  followed by a string of pleasure-drunk babbles from your lips as you rubbed your clit harder.

“Oh f-fuck! You feel so good. Please, please- Just like that...!”

Despite your wanton pleas, Sebastian lifted you off his lap, causing you to whine at the absence of his cock inside you. You were suddenly pushed down the mattress rather harshly, a gasp escaping from your lips as Sebastian grabbed one of your ankles, throwing your leg above his shoulder while his other hand had two of your wrists pinned right above your head. He slammed his cock back inside your pussy, the both of you groaning in unison at the delicious friction. 

Passionate moans spilled from your lips as Sebastian rammed his hips  against yours, setting a viciously mind-melting pace. The squelching sounds of your bodily fluids alongside the repetitive slapping of wet skin caused your head to spin in delight, your mind in a mania of sinful indulgence. You were utterly helpless and at his mercy, and you fucking loved it. Sebastian's eyes drank the sight before him: your naked body covered with a sheen of sweat, skin littered with multiple hickeys, bitten-red lips, a fucked-out expression, and your legs spread out nice and wide just for him. Only him.

Sebastian freed your wrists, leaning back as his fingers grazed against your swollen-red pearl, rubbing it in circles. A high-pitched whine bubbled from your lips as your hands gripped the sheets, your knuckles turning white. As soon as he started the onslaught of his rough thrusts once again, your mind blanked out as his cock head brushed against a certain, spongy spot within your pussy. 

“Fuck! R-right there!” you cried out, your chest heaving in desperation as you clawed at his arm. Your thighs began to quiver once again, causing Sebastian to smirk knowingly as your eyes rolled back in sheer unadulterated bliss. 

“Please, please- oh fuck, Sebastian!” you babbled, drool trickling down your chin mindlessly as your remaining bits of sanity began to slip away. Sebastian chuckled darkly at your depravity, leaning forward to brutally assault your poor neck with marks once again.

“Go on, pretty girl. Cum for me,” he groaned against your ear, causing a high-pitched moan to suddenly erupt from your throat. Your walls tightened around his member as he growled, rubbing your clit as you rode your high. Globs of your essence spilled from your hole, coating Sebastian’s cock with a translucent, milky substance. 

Despite just having your release, Sebastian was still slamming his cock in and out of your hole, chasing his high while continuing with the abuse of your sensitive spots. Your eyes rolled back as one of his hands wrapped around your neck in a gentle grip, broken whimpers escaping your lips. Sebastian groaned as you gasped for air while tears of pleasure ran down your flushed cheeks - the debauched image of you so utterly broken and cock-drunk solely for him caused his member to twitch inside you as he quickened his pace, tipping him closer and closer to the edge.

“F-fuck, I’m close! Where do you want it?” he hissed through gritted teeth. You pulled him closer, resting your forehead against his as you locked your legs around his waist. He groaned, gazing straight into your eyes as he approached his climax, burying his cock all the way inside your pussy.

Sebastian let out a long, guttural moan, his eyes never leaving yours as his shaft spurted his seed deep inside you. Your walls clenched and twitched as Sebastian slowed his pace, milking any remaining globs of his cum from his cock. The both of you were panting, foreheads pressed together and staring each other with fucked-out yet loving expressions. 

Sebastian reluctantly pulled his now softening member out of your hole, causing you to mewl in response. He laid down beside you, the both of you staring at the ceiling, panting in exhaustion. You felt his hot cum trickle down from your wrecked hole, causing you to blush in realization at what had transpired between you both. 

Shyly, you glanced at Sebastian, who was still panting slightly, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. He got up, giving you a peck on the forehead, before heading towards the bathroom while you remain in your spot. Sebastian returned from the bathroom with a wet towel at hand, voluntarily wiping any filth away from your prior activities with him while looking at each other with adoration. You intended to at least fix the sheets for the both of you. However, a painful sensation coursed through your inner thighs as you tried to move.

“...Uh, Seb? Could you please pass me my wand?” you asked, feeling guilty that you couldn’t be much of service to him in this little aftercare session. Sebastian quirked an eyebrow - your wand was right at the bedside table not far from you. You felt your face burn as he gives you a questioning look, silently demanding for an explanation for your peculiar request.

“... I can’t feel my legs.”

[ominous-corridors]

Reunion // Ominis Gaunt

Warnings: NSFW. Dominis. Unprotected sex.

Ominis Gaunt x Reader

One shot

Word count: 4,744

Keep in mind I'm Dyslexic so there may be spelling/grammar/punctuation errors.

Summery: Ominis has been gone on Auror work and has been out of the country for years. He is finally home and comes around for a little reunion.

A/N: I'm so sorry you are all subjected to such a long rambling. My fingers ran and I followed. Hope you enjoy. Part of this was inspired by this image.

Ominis Gaunt. How to explain Ominis Gaunt?

He was kind. He was caring. He understood your problems. It was very interesting when she learned he was blind. It was many years ago, she had failed a Charms exam. Looking back on it now, that exam wasn't even that important. It was a silly thing to think about how hard she was crying as she walked through the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower. The echoing of shoes and sobs following her as she wandered aimlessly around the castle. All of her other friends had already gone to their other classes, leaving her alone with her emotions and thoughts. 

"Excuse me?" A gentle voice said behind her.

Turning, she saw a boy. She had seen him before, with his blonde hair slicked back and his piercing blue eyes that never seemed to see her. He was in one of Her other classes, Herbology maybe? 

She wiped her face on her robe sleeve, trying to rid the signs of her salty tears before he could get a good look and ask questions.

"Yes?" She said, maybe a little more cutting than she intended. 

He didn't seem to notice, "I couldn't help but hear you crying. Are you alright?"

He knew.

"O-Oh. Yes.....I'm fine," She gave a weak smile in hopes of reassuring him.

"You don't sound fine," He took a few steps closer to her, his wand firmly held out in front of him.

Why did he have his wand out like he was ready for a fight?

She sniffled again, "I am. Promise."

A small chuckle escaped his lips, "Very interesting. Already making promises and braking them. And we haven't known each other more than five minutes."

What did he know? 

He made his way across the marble floor to stand in front of her. It was interesting, the way he had come from only lead to a dead end, but she could have sworn he wasn't there when she originally passed that part of the corridor.

"Please, I know you don't know me very well, but I can be a very good listener. If you need to talk with someone." 

And that that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. Not only did he help her feel better that day, but he was always the constant comfort for her during the rest of her schooling days. It wasn't exactly either of their faults when things started to get in the way after graduation and neither of them had really seen each other in person for a few years. Always owls back and forth about where their career paths took them. 

Ominis was actually a very good Auror, despite his lack of vision. He and Sebastian worked together, which made her happy that they could stay close with one another. It was a nasty thing that happened with them during their fifth year. It took a while for them to rekindle their friendship. That was really when Ominis and her got close. They were good friends before, but in those months after the incident, Ominis was the one who needed comfort. And that's where she came in. He had alway been there for her, and it was her turn to be there for him. And that's how she found out more about his family. What they did to people. To Him. And there was no way she were going to make him go back to them over the summer. 

So she offered to let him stay with her. An offer he tried his hardest to refuse, but she wouldn't let him. The summer months spent with her family were an integral part of what made their bond so strong. The days spent out behind her home sitting in the grass under the old oak tree. The sound of her voice as she read him all of those stories she always talked about. He would often slip into a cat nap as she read to him. When she noticed she couldn't help but smile and continue on reading, lest he wake up again. 

And now here she was, sitting at the table in her flat as an owl swooped in, dropping a letter in front of her. She had been expecting the small envelope for a few days. Details of when Ominis would be coming into the city again. He had been away somewhere in Eastern Europe on a case for a while. He had told her that she would not be able to refuse to see him, it had been far too long. She had offered him to come to her flat. She knew he wasn't one for crowded pubs, much preferring a quiet setting. 

I'll be there on Friday. 

7pm. 

Ominis

It was an oddly short note, but he surely was getting things wrapped up and didn't have a lot of time to be sending out his normal pages of writing she had grown accustomed to. 

--

She fiddled with her dress, smoothing the silk under her fingers. The motion was almost unconscious, a way for her to let out the small bit of anxiety that was bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. She poured herself a glass of wine and took a few sips, hoping to calm her nerves. She knew that Ominis couldn't see her, but she still felt the need to check her appearance in the mirror one more time, just to be sure she looked okay. She had always had a soft spot for the man--She even had a crush on him during their school years. She could feel the old emotions of that school girl crush coming back up to the surface as the clock inched closer to seven. She shook her head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. It had been years since she'd seen him, she was acting silly. 

There was a knock at the door.

She set her glass down on the table before making her way down the hall and opening the door. 

And there he was, in all of his glory. Time had been very kind to him. He still sported his hair style from school, slicked back and still just as blonde as it had always been. He still had the same smile on his face. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she took him in. He had a wonderful blue three piece suit that fit his chest and arms snuggly. 

She took a deep breath, collecting herself, "Ominis!"

"Hello, dear," He held his arms out, inviting her in for a hug.

She didn't hesitate to walk right into them as she snaked her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest. She felt his arms close around her in a tight hug. The feeling of being in his arms was just something so right. She could feel the butterflies of her old crush fluttering in her chest. She almost welcomed them as she took in his cologne. He smelled of mint and something she couldn't quite pinpoint. Perhaps a new aftershave? It had been a long time, he was bound to have something different about him. She wasn't complaining though, she welcomed the delicious aroma he put off. 

"Miss me that much?" He chuckled, still holding onto her tightly.

She felt the rumble in his chest as he laughed, and she realized she could hear his heart beating as well, thrumming against his ribs. She looked up at him from her place in his arms and giggled lightly as his jest.

"Is that such a bad thing?" She questioned with a teasing tone to her voice.

She saw the small smile he had been wearing grow wider at her question and he shook his head, "I suppose not." 

She smiled up at him and slowly pulled away from his arms, taking his hand and leading him into her home, "Tell me about Eastern Europe. You know I don't get to travel. I would love to hear about it."

They found seats at her small table in her kitchen and she poured him a glass of wine before sitting back where she had her own sitting from before. 

"Well, I'm not sure how much I can tell you. Sebastian did do a wonderful job at painting me a picture of what it looked like, but I'm not sure I could really do it justice," He admitted as he took a sip of his wine.

"Well, tell me how you saw it. What opinions do you have in that brilliant head of yours."

He smiled again, "Well, how to describe it...."

He thought for a moment, swirling his wine in his hand as he sank back in his chair. He was starting to relax, lose all those silly 'proper' mannerisms. He knew he could really relax with her, not have to worry about the judgment he was so used to. 

After a moment he spoke up, "Well, it could be loud. Walking the streets with Sebastian. He told me how beautiful the architecture was, how different it was from home. There were always carriages being driven around, and people. But, there was a little shop down one of the quieter side streets. They had the most wonderful coffee there, and good pastries. The smell of them was so delicious," He was smiling widely as he recounted the memory, "And at night, when all of the people were finally gone.....It was so peaceful. The only sounds were my footsteps and a few owls that had a nest near where we were staying. That was when I really enjoyed the city."

She smiled at him, "That does sound lovely. Maybe on day you can show me that little pastry shop."

"I would love to. I thought about you every time I went there, you know. I know how much you adore sweets and sugary things."

He thought of her? Well, of course she thought of him, but she hadn't thought that he gave her much more thought than when he got a letter from her that he had to write a reply to. It almost caught her off guard.

Ominis noticed her silence and spoke again, "Darling, I must admit--I thought about you more than when I went to that shop. More than when I got your letters," He sighed, running a hand through his hair before he sat up straight again, "I don't know how I've managed these years apart from you, being back here now. When you opened the door I felt like I dove head first into the Black Lake. I can't keep my feelings a secret any longer."

His feelings? What was he talking about? Surely his didn't mean what she thought he did.

He stood from his place at the table and came to stand in front of her before swiftly getting to his knees. He held his hands out to her, an invitation that she couldn't decline. She placed her hands in his and he squeezed them lightly. She looked down at him as he stayed like that for a moment before he continued.

"I'v had feelings for you since we were at school. I thought that maybe it was just a school boy's crush and I would get over it. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship on something that I would forget about in a few weeks," He chuckled, "But I was very wrong."

She sat there, him still holding onto her hands. She watched him carefully, taking in every detail she could. How his pale skin seemed to almost glow under the light filling the room. Every last little beauty mark on his face--They almost looked like constellations. She had realized she was holding her breath at that point and took a sharp inhale. 

She felt Ominis's hands tighten around hers as she did so, almost as if he was afraid of her answer. Like if he didn't hold her tight enough, she would float away like a balloon in the wind. 

She still harbored feelings for him, but it had been years. He was bound to be a different person, as was she. Would they be able to have a relationship after being away from each other for so long?

"Ominis-" She began before being cut off by his deep sigh.

"Please, just give this a chance. Give us a chance. I have lived without you for too long. You are every thought on my mind. Your voice is like sweet nectar to my ears. Your scent is intoxicating. I understand why men do such rash things for the women they love. I would do anything for you. Anything to be the one who gets to know who you really are behind closed doors. To be the one who gets to feel your soft caress," He suddenly let go of her hands and moved them to rest one on  the arm of her chair, and the other to rest on her thigh. 

The feeling of his hand on her sent a shiver up her spine. She felt the goosebumps rising under his touch. His words were already making her feel dazed. How could he hide such strong feelings from her for so long? Why did he pick now to tell all of it to her? 

She felt his hand squeeze her thigh lightly, another sigh leaving his lips.

"I don't think you understand what you do to me, darling," He chuckled and shook his head almost in a teasing way.

"What?" She could feel her underwear staring to get damp.

He leaned in closer, his chest now hovering over her body and his head tilted up to hers as she looked down at him, "You don't understand what you do to me." His voice was husky now, and barely above a whisper.

She felt her breath hitch and her skin ignite under the warmth of his proximity. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest and the butterflies in her stomach threatened to fly away with her. In that moment, she could swear that Ominis was staring right at her. Pouring his soul into hers. 

He leaned in even more, noses touching and lips ghosting over each other, "I'm going to kiss you now, if you'll allow it."

She barely heard him over the sound of blood pumping in her ears. She couldn't manage to speak, not the she didn't try. So, she opted to just nod ever so lightly, not wanting to move her lips too far away from his.

He pressed his lips to hers, gentle and sweet. It was in his nature to be gentle with her. He had always been that way with her. His hand on the chair swiftly moved to the crook of her neck, finally giving her the skin on skin contact she hadn't realized she was craving. His thumb rested gingerly on her jaw as their lips moved in sync. 

After Ominis had done his testing of the waters, she felt his kiss get more aggressive, more rough. More like he was drinking in the sweet waters he had been yearning for, for years. The fire in him only growing as her lips moved to match his rhythm, surprisingly enough for her. She didn't realize she had wanted this so badly, to feel his lips on hers, to feel his hands on her. It was enough to drive her mad, and she craved more. 

Ominis moved his lips from hers, earning a soft whimper in disagreement. He chuckled again as his lips adeptly found their way to her neck, laying a path of soft kisses. 

She bit her lip, feeling the trail of heat and the tingling sensation he left in his wake. His hand on her thigh moved suddenly, slipping higher, his thumb grazing as he went. He was getting dangerously close to her now. She let out a soft moan as he began sucking on her neck.

She felt him smirk into her skin, "I want to see you. All of you."

What did that mean? See her?

His mouth moved to her ear, his hot breath washing over her. And almost as if he read her mind he spoke in a hushed whisper, "You know I see with my hands."

Oh.

Oh.

Her body moved before her mind could process. She quickly stood, causing Ominis to almost fall over. He was thankfully quick on his feet, standing not a moment later. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her as she made her way to her room. 

As soon as she crossed the threshold, his hands were all over her. She would never know how he seemed to just know. Right now, though, all she could think about was he feeling of him running his hands down her sides as he pressed his body against hers from behind. He went straight back to kissing her neck again as his hands moved to the back of her dress.

She could feel as he delicately undid each button, running his fingers behind on the newly exposed skin of her back.

"Your skin is so much softer than I imagined," He said as he laid a few kisses across her shoulders, pulling the dress down off of them.

As soon as it he got it past her shoulders he let go, letting it fall to the floor, all but forgotten as he slid his hands down her back slowly. Savoring every inch of her now exposed body. 

Her breathing was shallow. She took quick breaths to try and fill her lungs, but nothing she did could stop them from screaming at her as she felt his hands leaving goosebumps behind them.

"W-Would you like me to show you?" She managed out. 

He hummed an agreement, his fingers still tracing out the shape of her shoulder blades under her skin.

She turned to face him, almost as if he was commanding her and she was to obey. He held his hands out to her, his eyes half closed in what only could be disturbed as a sultry glance. She bit her lip, taking his hands by his wrists. She could feel his pulse. She was glad that his body had to be screaming at him as much as hers was. 

Gently, she brought his hands to her chest, letting him cup her breasts in his hands. She watched him as he did so, his mouth falling open ever so slightly. He moved his thumbs over her hardened nipples which elicited a muffled moan from her as she clamped down harder on her bottom lip. She watched him smirk and blink a few times before she moved his hands, sliding them along her abdomen to rest on her hips. He squeezed lightly at first before digging his fingers into her flesh, his nails almost leaving marks.

"You are exquisite," He breathed.

He squeezed one more time and she felt her legs getting more slick by the second. She then moved his hands behind her, letting him rest them on her bum. He gave it a good squeeze before leaning in and kissing her again. His lips hungry for her, passion and desire leaking out of them. 

She realized that she was the only one naked in the moment, and she wasn't about to let him get away with that. She quickly started unbuttoning his vest as their tongues melded together. The only sounds in the room were wet lips and heavy breathing with a few moans here and there. 

Ominis's hands moved again, this time on their own to grab her hips again, digging his nails into her skin. She let out a small moan, prompting him to do it again. After a few more moments of unbuttoning his clothing and wet kissing, he stood before her in just his trousers.

She took in the sight of him, soaking in every detail of his form. He was still lean as he had been in school, but there were ever so slight layers of muscle that tugged at his skin in just the right way. He looked absolutely divine. Her lip found it's way between her teeth again as she tried to count every little round mark on his skin. She could spend hours just trying to commit each one's location to memory. 

"Enjoying the view?" He raised an eyebrow at her as he kicked out of his shoes.

"Oh, more than you know." 

He let out a deep chuckle as he stepped toward her.

"Lay down," His voice was rough and commanding. 

She didn't hesitate to obey, quickly making her way to the bed and laying down. He made his way to her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She let out a small yelp to which he only smirked. He guided her underwear off slowly, letting his fingers graze her skin. He spread her legs wide, holding on to her knees as he he knelt down in front of her. His hands moved from her knees and slid slowly up her inner thighs, his calloused fingertips grazing her in a way that made her feel like she was on fire. He slipped on of his hands under her leg, lifting it onto his shoulder and firmly holding it in place by her thigh. He squeezed again, pressing his cheek into her soft skin.

"You are a divine gift from the Gods, my sweet."

Every time he spoke words like that to her, she could feel her whole core tremble. If he could make her feel like this with just words, what could he do-?

Her thoughts were cut off by the sudden feeling of his finger sliding over her clit. She gasped and almost pulled away from the sensation, only to be stopped by his firm hand on her leg.

"Ah, there you are," He said.

He quickly backtracked his movements, pressing light circles against her. She let out another string of moans as he worked her sensitive area. She looked down at him, watching him. His mouth was parted and she could see the desire written on his face.

"You are music to my ears, dove."

He continued like that for a few moments before dipping his fingers to her entrance, feeling the pool she had left for him. Because of him.

"Oh, you are so deliciously wet for me, love," He smirked again, sliding two fingers into her slowly, relishing in the feeling surrounding them. She threw her head back against the bed. He let out a small groan that mixed with the moan she let out at feeling him inside of her. 

He began pumping his fingers slowly, the sweet sound of her drawn out moans and the wet slapping of her pussy hitting his ears. He picked up the pace, shoving his fingers as far as they would go.

"O-Oh, f-fuck!" She arched her back. His fingers were like magic as he worked her.

He stopped suddenly, removing his fingers quickly. She whined at the loss of him, looking back to see him slowly put his fingers into his mouth, sucking her off of them.

"Merlin, you taste phenomenal."

He quickly stood, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his member, pumping it a few times with gritted teeth.

"On your knees." He commanded.

She quickly got off the bed, kneeling in front of him. He still held himself in his hand. He used his other hand to grip onto her hair.

"Open," He growled.

This was a new side to him that she hadn't seen before, and she wasn't ashamed to say that she liked it. She liked being commanded by him, she liked how he gripped her, how he pleased her. So, she did as she was told. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out, ready to accept him.

He slowly guided himself into her mouth, a muffled groan escaping his lips. He moved her head by the hair firmly in his fist, stroking himself ever so slowly. 

"Your mouth is so fucking good." Ominis was not one for swearing. He hardly ever said anything one would consider crass, and that made this all the more attractive to her.

After he gave her a moment to acquaint herself with his size, he began thrusting his length into her quicker. Soft groans coming from him as he did. He began picking up speed, thrusting harder, shoving his whole length down her throat. She tried to keep her throat relaxed, not choke on him, but she couldn't keep it up. She gagged loudly, which caused him to pull out entirely, a wide smirk on his face.

"Good girl," He said, "Now, get back on the bed. Ass up."

She moved and got back on the bed on her hands and knees, putting her bum in the air. She felt him get on the bed behind her, his hands gripping onto her hips. He slid one of his hands down her bum and felt for her entrance before taking his length and pressing his tip against her.

"Ready, love?"

"Y-Yes," She breathed. She had never imagined that their reunion would turn into this, but she was happy it had.

Without another word, he roughly pushed into her, feeling her walls around him with a drawn out groan. 

"Fuck," He muttered, rolling his hips.

She moaned out as he did so, feeling him fill her. 

He reached out and gripped her hair again, pulling her to support her top half with her hands. He began bucking into her wildly, moans and groans filling the room as they both felt the pleasure rocketing through their bodies with each connection of hips. 

"That's right. Take it, darling, " He groaned, "You take my cock so well."

She could feel him hitting deep within her, right on that magic little spot. Each thrust of his length hitting perfectly. The knot in her stomach was tight, almost painfully so a he continued his pace, her moaning loud and unbridled. He moved his hand from her hair and slipped it around her mouth, leaning forward to press his chest against her back.

"Quite, darling. I want to hear my cock fuck that pretty pussy of yours," He almost purred into her ear. 

He continued to buck his hips as he stayed over her like that with his hand over her mouth. Her moans muffled by his firm grip on her face. He grunted into her ear as he listened to the wet sound of skin on skin echo off the walls surrounding them. 

"Mmmm," He said something after that. Something that she could only describe as air slithering past his tongue. 

Parseltongue. 

He let the sweet sounds of it pass his lips as he fucked her. Listening to him speak to her like that was only serving to drive her more mad. She could feel herself getting closer as the friction became almost unbearable. 

Her walls began to tighten around him, causing him to let out another groan.

"Let it out, dove. Come for me," He whispered into her ear, sitting up in his knees again and gripping her waist tightly. 

The then began pounding into her, pulling her hips to meet his as he groaned and grunted at the feeling of her tight pussy around him.

It didn't take long for her to get to her climax after that as he continued to hit her sweet spot. Her legs shook under her as the knot in her stomach came undone. 

"O-Oh, Ominis!" She moaned loudly as she came. Her breath heavy.

He chuckled, continuing to hit her hard as his own climax came over him. He groaned loudly, pushing as far into her as he could, filling her to the brim. 

They stayed in that position for a moment, both panting hard as they came down from the high of their escapade. After a moment, Ominis pulled out, falling onto the bed next to her. She quickly followed his lead and laid next to him.

He opened his arms for her to come closer to him and she happily obliged, cuddling herself into his chest as his arms wrapped around her. He kissed her forehead and then rested his chin on top of her head.

"How was that?" He asked.

She giggled, "That was....It was wonderful."

He chuckled and squeezed her tightly to him, "Good."

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Detention || Garreth Weasley

Synopsis - You help Garreth obtain a fwooper feather from Professor Sharp's office and it leads you both to a detention. A detention you won't easily forget.

Warnings - NSFW. Swearing. Fingering (F! Receiving). Virginity Loss. Unprotected P In V Sex. Public Sex.

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You and Garreth stood in front of Professor Sharp with your heads dipped in embarrassment as he scolded the two of you in front of the entire class. "Both of you will have detention this evening," Sharp said coldly. His eyes bore into your soul and you felt your face heating up as eyes casted upon you. You wanted to argue your case or deny your involvement in helping Garreth obtain the fwooper feather, but you were the only student who had access to Sharp's office Not to mention, Sharp had seen the two of you conversing before your entry.

Garreth groaned, "I didn't mean for that to happen Professor." His futile attempt to worm his way out of a detention, however, fell on deaf ears.

"That is besides the point, Mr Weasley. Your insolence is what obtained your detention, not your little stunt," Sharp rolled his eyes before he turned his attention to you. "And you, Miss L/N, should know better than this."

"I'm sorry Professor," you mumbled. "I was merely trying to help out a friend."

"Well, helping a friend has gotten you into more trouble than you had bargained for, hasn't it?" Sharp asked rhetorically as you nodded silently, averting your gaze. "I'd like for you to both be here for 5pm, no later or you'll be finding yourself in detention for a week!"

"Yes Sir," you both nodded in understanding and walked back to your potions station.

The rest of your day went by rather quickly and was, thankfully, uneventful. After potions, you had charms and then the rest of your day was free to do with what you will. You met up with some friends and hung around the castle grounds before you made your way back to the potions classroom for your detention.

"I see you're here Miss L/N," Professor Sharp said without looking up from his parchment. "Where is Mr Weasley?"

You shrugged. "I don't know Sir. I haven't seen him since potions this morning," you explained.

"Well, it looks like he is going to be late," he said, checking the clock on his desk. "If he isn't here within four and a half minutes."

"I'm sure he will be here Sir," you said quietly, shuffling your feet on the floor. "I have heard that Garreth has a tendency to leave things... last minute."

"I know students like Mr Weasley very well, Miss L/N. But what matters is that you are here on time," Sharp said. "And are therefore safe from any further punishment."

"Thank you Sir," you nodded your head and sat at your potions desk silently, eyeing the ingredients placed upon the surface. After ten minutes of silence and absent-mindedly strumming your fingers across your desk your detention partner came running in.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Garreth yelled, closing his eyes tightly and hunting over, placing his hands on his knees breathing heavily. "I'm sorry I'm late Professor Sharp! I fell asleep."

"I'm afraid that's not a good enough excuse Mr Weasley," Professor Sharp rolled his eyes and continued to scribble away. "Detentions every evening for the next week."

You couldn't help the slight smirk that laced your lips as Sharp gave Garreth his sentence. "But Sir-"

"But nothing Mr Weasley. I gave you a chance and you show up ten minutes late to your detention. With a pathetic excuse, no less."

Garreth nodded and pursed his lips. You could see he was trying his hardest not to roll his eyes as he sat down next to you at his own potions station. You were still smirking when he turned his head to look at you, a frown on his face. "What are you smiling at?" He asked quietly, voice oozing frustration.

"Nothing," you whispered back.

Garreth couldn't help the silly smile that spread across his face as he looked at you. He thought you were truly beautiful; one of the most beautiful witches at Hogwarts. Your hair framed your face nicely, and it's colour made your eyes pop. You felt the ginger haired boy staring at you. You looked over your shoulder and offered him a sweet smile, but as soon as your eyes met, Garreth looked away quickly. A faint dust of pink dancing across his cheeks.

Your detention was two hours in length and the first hour dragged. You had opted to doing some homework in the meantime while Garreth just sat there. His eyes narrowing on the potions station in front of him while he thought about what exactly went wrong with his experiment earlier on in the day. Roughly an hour and a quarter into your detention, Professor Sharp glanced at his clock and stood up swiftly. His eyes flickered between the two of you.

"Is everything okay, Professor?" You asked, startled by his sudden movements.

Sharp nodded quickly before opening his mouth to speak. "I have a meeting I have to attend too. It shouldn't take me too long. I trust you two can behave yourselves in the time I'm gone?"

"Why don't we just finish the detention now?" Garreth suggested cheekily. "I've certainly learnt my lesson."

"Silence, Mr Weasley."

"Garreth," you hissed, eyes narrowing at the boy besides you before you turned your attention to your professor. "Of course, Professor."

"Good," Sharp said. He used his wand to lock his office door between looking between the two of you once more. "If you don't behave, I shall know about it. Now if you don't mind, I shall be back momentarily."

And with that, Professor Sharp limped out of the classroom.

A few seconds of silence had passed since Professor Sharp had left, and Garreth was already up to mischief. He had opened up his potions book and was flipping through it, a grin on his lips. You eyed him wearily. "What are you up too?" You asked, shaking your head.

"Looking for something," he replied quickly. His eyes scanned the pages of the book in front of him before his grin lit up. "Damnit! That's why it went wrong!"

"Why what went wrong?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "Your experiment?"

Garreth nodded, shoving the book your way. "I can't believe I was so stupid! Next time, it'll blow your mind, I promise."

"Garreth, no," you scowled, furrowing your brows at him.

"Why not? It'll be fun!" He protested. "In fact, we could do it right now while Sharp is at his meeting. It'll be finished and cleaned up before he even gets back!"

You snickered slightly before you eyes widened with realisation. "You're not joking are you?"

Garreth shook his head, eyes glinting with a wicked mischief you had never seen before. "Nope," he said, plopping the 'p'.

"You cannot be serious," you scowled. "What if he comes back in the meantime? We don't know how long he'll be gone!"

"I know all the Professors schedules around here," Garreth replied cooly. "He'll be gone for at least twenty minutes."

You shook your head as a slight laugh of disbelief left your lips. "You should not be messing around like this!"

"Scared, princess?" He teased, raising his eyebrow at you.

Your eyes widened at his use of 'princess' and a blush crossed your cheeks. "N-No!" You stuttered. "I just don't want to get into anymore trouble than I already am!"

Garreth wiggled his eyebrows at you. "What if I promise we won't?" He was teasing you again. You couldn't help it, the way he was looking at you sent a warmth straight to your core and you found yourself gripping your thighs together tightly. Garreth noticed your sudden stiffness and smirked at you. "Something wrong princess?"

"No, nothing," you replied, shaking your head.

He leaned closer to you, so close that you could feel his breath on your face. "You sure about that?"

You squeeze your thighs together tighter, desperate to gain some friction between your legs. His cologne was overwhelming as it invaded your nostrils. So much so, you began to feel a little light headed. You found yourself grasping underneath the table until your knuckles were turning white. Shaking your head desperately at your detention partner. "I'm sure."

Garreth rolled his eyes playfully at you. "You seem... tense." He scooted closer to you, your shoulders now touching.

Your face was flushed with embarrassment. "Garreth, I'm fine," you snapped sharply.

Garreth's hands dropped from his side to your thigh, gripping your soft flesh ever so slightly. "Come on princess, talk to me. What's the matter? Do I make you nervous?" He asked cheekily, a chuckle emitting from his throat. He knew what he was doing as your thighs continued to press together. Your face red from his thumbs movements on your bare skin. You stayed silent as his hand continued to caress your thigh. "Say something."

You gulped, hard. You weren't sure what to say and thoughts were swirling about in your mind. "T-There's nothing to say."

"You know, Professor Sharp will be in his meeting now," Garreth smirked. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips before looking back into your eyes again.

"What are you suggesting Garreth?" You asked as your eyes widened.

He leaned into your ear, nipping lightly at the soft flesh of your lobe. "I'm suggesting we make a little mess," he purred. Your eyes were wider than they had ever been now as Garreth's words sunk into your brain. His chapped lips against your earlobe was sending a wave of heat straight to your cheeks as the red-haired male continued to tease you. "What do you say princess?" He asked as he pulled away and looked into your eyes.

"What exactly are you suggesting Garreth?" You muttered lowly.

You turned your head to avert your gaze from Garreth's, but the boy tucked his hand under your chin and forced your face to look at his. "Let me show you," he whispered breathily before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as his chapped lips collided with yours, his tongue running along your bottom lip. You swore your heart skipped a beat as the boy caressed your cheek softly, almost as if you were porcelain threatening to break at any moment. When he pulled away, he spoke quietly. “How was that?”

Your eyes opened upon his question, and although you were almost too stunned to speak, you managed to force out a quick and shy “good.”

Garreth grinned at you goofily. His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest as he leaned into kiss you once more, this time more passionately than the last. His hands fell from your cheeks to your hips, pulling you ontop of him. Your eyes shot open as you were pulled onto his lap and you squrimed uncomfortably at this new position. You repositioned yourself so your legs were on either side of his body, you were straddling him as he kissed you passionately. Your new position earned a slight grunt of approval from the Gryffindor, which caught you of guard, a gasp emitting from your throat at the sensation of his grunt against your lips. Garreth took this surprise to his advantage, by slipping his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan softly as his tongue met yours and suddenly your tongues were fighting for dominance. Garreth won, his tongue continuing to swirl around your own as he gripped your hips tighter, pulling your body closer to his.

You couldn’t help but grind your hips against Garreth’s as he pulled away from your lips. His goofy grin still plastered on his face as he gazed into your eyes longingly. Your lips felt tender but you didn’t care, leaning in to kiss the ginger again. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Garreth asked between kisses.

“Probably not,” you replied honestly, continuing to kiss him inbetween words.

“Well,” Garreth pondered, moving his lips away from yours. “Sharp will be gone for at least twenty more minutes.”

“And?” You asked raising an eyebrow, curious as to where he was going with this.

“I say we find ourselves a broom closet and I give you a proper welcome to Hogwarts,” Garreth smirked.

You blushed profusely at his suggestion but shook your head. “We can’t,” you said. “He could be back any minute.”

“Trust me, he’ll be gone before we even get back,” Garreth gripped your hips tighter and you grinded against him again.

“We can’t,” you protested, biting your bottom lip. "Believe me, I want too, but we can't leave this room."

Garreth thought for a moment before pecking your lips once more. "What if we don't leave this room?" He asked, his hands moving to either side of your arms and rubbing lightly.

Your eyes widened. "You mean... in here?" You asked. Shocked wasn't even the word you were feeling right now. "W-What if Professor Sharp comes back?"

"Believe me, he won't," Garreth winked. "Do you trust me?" He asked.

You shook your head and laughed. "No."

His eyes darkened slightly. "Trust me Y/N," he said, a seriousness lacing his voice.

You gulped and nodded. "Okay."

Garreth bucked his hips against yours and grinned wickedly at you. "I promise you it'll be worth it princess."

"I'll hold you to that," you said.

Garreth winked at you once more and shifted his weight, pushing you off his lap slightly and standing up. He loomed over you, it was almost intimidating but before you could give it any more thought he pulled you close to him, dipping his head to kiss you again in a lip bruising kiss. Before you knew it, you were pressed up against the potion station table, his hand working its way down to the hem of your skirt. You felt Garreth's hand shaky against your thigh and you pulled away for a second, looking him in the eyes. "Have you done this before?" You asked. He shook his head 'no' and began to press kiss after kiss down your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Are you sure you want to do this?" You asked.

"I'm sure," he whispered breathlessly against your neck. His fingers were up your skirt now, playing with the waistband of your underwear teasingly. Despite his confident demeanour, you could tell he was nervous. "I want you," he reassured you before dipping his fingers into your underwear quickly.

You hissed lightly at the coldness of his fingers as they danced across your folds, teasing you. He wasted no time in plunging a singular finger into your cunt, biting at your neck as he did. "Oh," you whimpered, your hands finding their way to Garreth's shoulders, steadying yourself against him.

"So tight," Garreth grinned against your neck as his finger began to plunge in and out of you. You gasped quietly at the sensation and bucked your hips up against him.

"More," you whispered to him.

"More?" Garreth asked teasingly, a second finger teasing your entrance as he pressed his lips to yours again.

You nodded eagerly into the kiss, moaning as you felt his second finger enter you slowly. You were already floating above the clouds from his fingers alone and you couldn't help but wonder how good his cock would feel. You pulled away from the kiss and groaned as Garreth's fingers quickened their pace. "W-We don't have time for this," you moaned lightly.

"Okay princess," Garreth smiled sweetly, removing his fingers from your cunt. You expected him to wipe away your wetness on his uniform, or maybe even lick them clean, but you didn't expect what he did. He placed his two fingers to your lips and grinned. "Suck," he ordered.

You nodded shyly, opening your mouth and slowly enveloping his two fingers. You rolled your eyes into the back of your head as you sucked your wetness off of his fingers, swirling your tongue around the digits. Suddenly, he retracted his fingers from your mouth and began to quickly unzip his trousers and pull his already hard cock out of his boxers. You couldn't help but trail your eyes down to Garreth's cock as he pumped at it a few times, grin widening at your reaction, watching as you bit your lip at the sight of him. "Wow," was all you could say.

You were surprised at how big and thick he was and you couldn't help but wonder the cliche - would it even fit? You quickly pushed that thought out of your mind and yelped as Garreth turned you around so you were facing the potions station, away from him. As he flipped up your skirt and pulled your underwear down to your thighs, Garreth couldn't help but chuckle. "This is definitely a memorable detention. Dare I say, the best detention I have ever had."

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to say something, but he quickly pushed his cock inside of you, walls stretching as he entered you. A moan fell from your open mouth and you gripped the table below you to keep yourself steady. An "oh God," fell from your lips as he fully bottomed out inside of you.

Garreth pulled his dress shirt and jumper up to get a good view of your ass as he settled inside of you. A soft sigh left his lips as you squirmed beneath him. "C-Can I move?" He stuttered, biting his bottom lip. He knew he wouldn't last long, the way you were squeezing him simply felt too good, but Garreth knew he'd try and last as long as he could.

"Yes, please," you nodded and happily obliging, Garreth began to move his hips slowly, pulling his cock from your cunt before forcing himself back in. You moaned in unison as Garreth began to pound into you slowly, but harshly. Your mouth was hung open as soft moans and sighs fell from your lips and your eyes were squeezed shut as the pleasure overtook your mind.

"So tight," Garreth repeated, hands grasping at your hips desperately bouncing you up and down on his cock. He was completely entranced by the way he disappeared and reappeared out of your cunt. This was possibly the best moment of his life: loosing his virginity during detention definitely beat all of his current life achievements so far.

"Don't say such things," you whimpered, biting your lip. You were embarrassed by what he was saying, you weren't sure why, but you were.

Garreth chuckled and responded by quickening his pace, rutting into you at a now brutal pace. You moaned loudly, completely forgetting you were in a public place and could be interrupted at any moment by your Professors. Garreth didn't seem to mind, if anything his pace encouraged you to make as much noise as possible. His grip on your hips tightening even more, sure enough to leave bruise marks later on. He bent down and bit on your earlobe, whispering words of praise. "You feel so good princess. You're doing so well for me. You take me so fucking good."

"Garreth," you moaned, one of your hands falling in-between your legs and rubbing quick little circles around your clit as you reached your orgasm.

"What's wrong beautiful?" He asked, eyes full blown with lust as he continued to buck his hips up into you quickly. He couldn't help but let out a strangled groan as he felt the walls of your cunt tighten around his cock. "God you're getting so fucking tight."

"I'm going to cum Garreth," you whimpered.

"Cum for me princess, cum on my cock," Garreth smirked. One of his hands moved from your hip, to your hair, tangling itself into your locks as he pounded into you. He pulled on your hair, forcing your head back. You turned to look at him, watching as his green eyes glistened with anticipation. The sight of him alone had you cumming on his cock, hard. A squeal of his name left your lips and Garreth pushed your head forward and returned his hand back to your hip, pace speeding up more than you ever thought possible as he reached his own orgasm. The feeling of your walls spasming around him with your own release had him reaching his in no time, and shamelessly he shouted your name as he spurted thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. "Fuck!"

Garreth's hips stuttered as he came, your hand returning to the potions station table to balance yourself. After a few seconds of stuttering hips and curse words, Garreth finally stilled himself. His breathing was heavy, but that goofy smirk remained on his lips. There was silence for a minute as the two of you caught your breath, panting echoing in the empty room. You opened your eyes as Garreth pulled out of you quickly, tugged up your underwear and flipped your skirt back down before he tucked his softening cock back into his boxers, zipping up his trousers.

Your legs wobbled as you sat back down in your seat, returning to your homework. The silence was almost deafening until Garreth spoke, his tone teasing. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

You nodded, too embarrassed to look him directly in the eye. "I did, did you?"

He laughed heartily. "Very much so." When you didn't look at him, Garreth sat down and tugged on your shoulder, forcing you to look at him. Without saying a word, he cupped your face in his hand and pressed his lips softly to yours. You sighed into the kiss but before you could kiss back, he pulled away and stared into your eyes, thumb caressing your cheek gently. "We should do that again some time."

"You think?" You asked softly, eyes lighting up.

"Oh yes. I think we should do it all the time," Garreth smirked mischievously.

You nodded to him in agreement and chuckled. "I agree."

"Glad you do," he said before grabbing his potions book and turning his attention to the pages in front of him. You smiled to yourself softly as you turned back to your homework, continuing to scribble your answers on the parchment.

It wasn't long before Professor Sharp was limping in, his eyes automatically darting between you and Garreth. "I see there have been no accidents," he stated, looking at Garreth approvingly.

"No Sir," you smiled, looking up at him from your homework. A nod of approval was given to you by Professor Sharp as Garreth didn't even bother looking up from his potions book.

As Sharp reached his desk, he looked at the clock and coughed. "Your detention is over," he stated to the two of you. "And don't forget Mr Weasley, I expect you here tomorrow at the same time, or your detentions will be extended for two weeks."

Garreth nodded and stood up quickly, packing his potions book away before turning to you with his hand held out for you to take. You smiled as you took Garreth's hand and was hoisted up. The ginger wasted no time in dragging you out of the potions classroom and to your dormitory before placing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

"I'll see you soon, I hope," he whispered into your lips.

"You'll be seeing a lot more of me Weasley," you smirked, kissing him on the cheek and walking into your dormitory. Garreth stood outside the doors smiling to himself before walking away, no doubt, up to cause mischief somewhere else.

I want to thank @pugsnotdrugs92 for basically forcing me to write something for Garreth Weasley *eye roll* - ONLY JOKING. But I am extremely happy with how this turned out, so although you're not the biggest Garreth fan, I hope it tickles you in the right way regardless!

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[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Everyone Has Needs

Summary: Ominis makes time to take care of himself

18+, needy Ominis, implied established relationship between Sebastian and f!MC

A/N: Written for @sebastian-and-ominis-share-meYou wanted Omi touching himself, you got it! Hope you like it Boo!

Ominis ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He had maybe twenty minutes before Sebastian would come barging in, not nearly enough time to get you off his mind, but he had to do something, the ache in his trousers becoming too much to handle. 

He sank onto his bed with a sigh, thin fingers quickly undoing his pants. His hard cock sprang up, slapping him in the stomach, the slightest moan escaping his lips at the sudden contact he so desperately needed. He wrapped a large hand around the throbbing member and started to stroke it, throwing his head back. The only way this could be better, if you were doing it for him. 

Normally Ominis would take his time, imagining your beautiful voice becoming husky with need for him. He’d hung on every word to leave your lips for well over a year, now an expert at deciphering your emotions from the tone of your voice. His secret favorite moments, when you would play along with Sebastian's constant flirting, ran through his mind in a loop as he spent all the time he could, never enough given his high standards for privacy, edging himself to you. 

But he knew today would have to be different. He quickened his pace, squeezing his hard cock a little tighter, and began unleashing a string of moans, mostly comprised of his secret nicknames for you, feeling his orgasm on its way. As his warm cum spilled over his hand, he loudly moaned his favorite pet name for you.

“Fuuuuuck, Little Doooove” 

The door to the dorm flew open. “Ominis, you in here- oh, shit! Really, mate, in the middle of the day? This Little Dove must really be getting to you.” 

Ominis’ heart sank as he heard his best friend chuckle, the high of his release fading much too quickly. 

“Everyone has needs, Sebastian.”

He sent a silent thank you to the gods, relieved he hadn’t said your name as he came. He knew Sebastian might not be embarrassed about walking in on him getting off, but he would definitely be pissed to hear his girlfriends name spilling from Ominis’ lips while he did it.  

“Well, clean yourself up loverboy, we have class in five minutes.” 

[lobey-scribbles]

There’s truth in firewhisky - Sebastian Sallow x GN!MC

summary: it’s your final night at hogwarts following the end of your NEWT exams. you and your friends are all celebrating when garreth suggests a friendly game of truth or dare, with a twist

themes: fluff, teeeeenssy bit of angst if you really squint but it’s barely there, use of veritaserum

word count: 1.3k

warnings: alcohol, kissing

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It was well past midnight when Garreth proposed the idea of playing truth or dare with Veritaserum to You, Sebastian, Ominis, Natty, Leander, Everett, Poppy, Imelda and Amit, his eyes glinted mischievously as he waved the vial of the veritaserum, in front of you all, almost like a hypnotist, the clear and colourless solution sloshing inside.

Under any normal circumstances, this would probably have been considered a very risky idea and you would have responded to this idea with a bit more apprehension, but you all had one too many firewhiskys at this point, most of you very giddy and tipsy after spending all night celebrating the end of the academic torture that was your NEWTs. Besides, you all felt invincible tonight, you welcomed the risk.

Garreth grinned as he uncorked the bottle of veritaserum and generously poured it into each of their drinks, unleashing chaos onto the group as he did so.

The group laughed and joked as they began to play, their faces flushed from the alcohol, their spirits high and their souls carefree. As the game progressed, the dares only became more outrageous, and the truths ever more revealing. On a dare, Natty had pulled Amit into a deep kiss, leaving him with a dazed and dreamy look in his eyes, Everett clapped him on the back as a chorus of cheers erupted from their friends, and, under the effects of veritaserum, Poppy had admitted her feelings for Imelda, who uncharacteristically, blushed furiously and returned the sentiment. This gentle demeanour; however, was short-lived. No more than two minutes later, Imelda gave a swift kick to Leander after he taunted her for being, “soft”.

As the night wore on, the group grew closer, their deepest and most vulnerable secrets and desires laid bare for each of them to see. The mood was nothing short of jovial, despite the ache that lingered in your chest, knowing that this night would mark the end of your time at Hogwarts.

You and Sebastian kept stealing furtive glances at each other when the other wasn’t looking, which was something that didn’t go unnoticed. Finally, Garreth had turned to Sebastian.

“Truth or dare?”

Sebastian glanced around nervously, his eyes laying on you, and then darting away quickly.

Ominis elbowed him, egging him on.

“Truth,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“Do you have feelings for anyone in this room?”

The room fell completely silent. Poppy, who had been laying her head on Imelda’s lap, sat up, her interest piqued.

To be perfectly honest, the only person who had the right to feel as though they were holding their breath was you. It was no secret for anyone else in the room what the answer to this question would be, it was obvious to them, but you were oblivious, the both of you were.

“Yes,” Sebastian replied, clenching his clammy hands, determined to keep his eyes from wandering to you again.

Ominis had a wide smile on his face, “Who?”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed at Ominis, as if he were thinking “traitor!”, and his mouth opened as though it had a mind of its own, the words he’d been hiding for two years spilling out.

“Y/N”, he muttered, “Ever since fifth year.”

You felt a blush creep up your neck that had nothing to do with the firewhisky.

Before you could let some sober part of your brain talk yourself out of it, you grabbed Sebastian’s face and pulled him into an electric, passionate kiss.

Sebastian’s eyes were wide open, taken by surprise, before relaxing into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed, his arm snaking around your waist.

The group of teenagers once again let out a resounding cheer.“Get a room, you two!” Leander jeered, while Ominis applauded, and thanked his lucky stars he would no longer have to witness you pining for one another.

You and Sebastian remained close for the rest of the night, your hands interlaced with his and your head resting on his shoulder.

As the day threatened to break, the group gradually dispersed, heading back to their respective dormitories. You noticed Natty and Amit leaving hand in hand, and a warmth swelled in your chest.

You and Sebastian walked back together, your hands still linked with one another, your footsteps echoing through the corridor and the biting chill of the vast castle nipping at your flushed faces. Sebastian stopped, turning to you, his honey-brown eyes fixed on you, searchingly, “Is it true? Do you really have feelings for me?”

You nodded, “Yes, of course I have, all this time.”, your eyes shined back at him, full of sincerity.

That familiar cocky smirk spread across Sebastian’s face, “So, what you're really saying is that you've been pining for me?”

You scoffed, “No!” shoving him playfully.

He let out a chuckle, raising his eyebrows, unconvinced.

“Maybe,” you confessed, coyly.

Sebastian’s face broke into a prideful grin, obviously pleased with himself.

“I wouldn't get such a big head about it though, Sebastian, from what I’ve heard tonight, it sounds like you were pining too.”

“That could be true,” he murmured, pulling you in by the waist and closing the gap between you two, brushing his lips against yours before pressing another kiss to your lips. This time, it was slow and lingering.

You whispered against his lips, “Sebastian, it’s time to go.”

Sebastian hummed, not pulling away.

“Sebastian” You whispered again, breaking the kiss.

With one last longing look, Sebastian finally pulled away, “Alright, alright. I'll walk you back to your dormitory,” he said, a lopsided grin on his face.

You smiled back at him, your heart feeling light and full at the thought of what was to come between the two of you. As you walked back to your dormitory, your hand still clasped in Sebastian’s, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Garreth's idea to play truth or dare with Veritaserum, and for the courage it gave you both to finally admit your feelings for each other.

You knew that your relationship with Sebastian would be far from easy, if the events of your fifth year were anything to go by, but you were ready to take on whatever challenges came your way, as long as you had him by your side.

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The next morning, as you packed your bags and prepared to leave Hogwarts for good, you felt an ambivalent feeling in your heart. You were excited for the future and what it held, but you would miss the memories and the people that had made your time at Hogwarts so special.

As you made your way to Hogsmeade Station with Poppy, Sebastian caught up with you, his hand slipping into yours. You smiled, feeling content and happy with him by your side.

Before boarding the Hogwarts Express, you turned to Sebastian.

“I’m going to miss you,” you said, your voice soft.

“I’m going to miss you too,” Sebastian replied, his eyes glistening.

“I’ll write to you every day,” you promised, knowing that it might not be possible, but wanting to reassure him.

Sebastian smiled, his freckled hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll be waiting for your letters.”

You hugged each other tightly, not wanting to let go. As you finally pulled away, you gave him one last kiss before turning and walking away, feeling his eyes on your back.

As you clambered onto the Hogwarts Express, you knew that things were going to be different now. You were entering a new chapter of your life, and you couldn't wait to see what the future held. But for now, you were content in knowing that you had someone who loved you by your side, and that was all that mattered.

[5sospenguinqueen]

(Ominis enjoying his peace in the library. MC and Sebastian approach covered in burn marks and mud.)

Sebastian: We have a problem.

Ominis: Would hexing you solve this problem?

MC: No?

Ominis: Then go away.

[metal-mouse]

Keep You Off My Mind

pairing(s): Ominis Gaunt x f!MC, Sebastian Sallow x f!MC (M/F Pairing)

themes: Body horror. Angst. Smut. Hurt/Comfort except the comfort isn't really comforting. Unrequited love. This one goes out to my horny and sad homies.

warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. Smut. All characters aged up. Horror. Insects. Graphic nightmare (skip past the italicized text if you don't want to read this part). unprotected and passionate p in v. MC lowkey toxic. Sebastian in Azkaban.

summary: 4.2k words. It has been five years since Sebastian Sallow was sentenced to life in Azkaban. You have moved into a shared flat with Ominis Gaunt, who rescues you from a horrific nightmare one night. In your shared guilt, you find comfort in each other.

note: I wanted to post this before Halloween but then I didn't finish it oops. So here, have it in the new year. I've never really written anything horror-esque before so I wanted to give it a shot. I actually had a nightmare almost exactly like the one MC has, it was whack. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. If you're new here my toxic trait is not proof-reading. I'm so sorry Sebastian, I'll write something happy for you I swear.

You walk through the Viaduct Courtyard with Ominis. He’s speaking to you, but you can’t hear what he’s saying. It’s a muffled sound coming from his mouth, as though he’s got cotton in his mouth. You turn to look at Ominis, and he stops walking. He looks at you, his eyes a bright piercing blue. Gone is the cloudiness you’ve become accustomed to. His lips spread into a smile that is too wide for his face, his cheeks and eyes crinkling and warping. You take a step back, opening your mouth to ask him what’s wrong. All that comes out is a long, drawn out groan. You can’t speak. You look to your left, seeking someone who can help. You are alone in the courtyard with only Ominis, there is not a trace of life anywhere. You look back to him and see Sebastian there instead, still with those bright blue eyes and that horrifying smile. Dread coiled in your chest as the freckles that dotted his skin darkened and split open into countless little holes. You were frozen in place, as his warped lips quivered and those eyes stared into your very soul and the skin on his face began to wriggle. Small bugs push their way out of his skin, slender and brown with pincers on their back end. They come out of every hole, every freckle, crawling around on his skin and then digging their way back into his flesh while Sebastian smiles that too-wide grin. You’re screaming now, but no sound comes out. You reach for your wand, every instinct in your body screaming at you to defend yourself as Sebastian starts moving towards you. Taking steps backwards you hold up your wand. Your lips form the word ‘depulso’ to knock him back, but the words ‘avada kedavra!’ come out of your mouth instead. With a great flash of green, Sebastian falls back on the ground and dissolves into a wriggling pile of thousands of earwigs. Realization of what you’ve just done hits you in the gut, and you’re screaming again - this time that muffled moan coming from your lips. The earwigs scatter, crawling over everything nearby. You look around for help, you need help, where the bloody hell are all of the professors? Where is Ominis?

“What have you done?!” Ominis screams, he’s there then kneeling in the pile of earwigs scooping them up by the handful as though he can put Sebastian together again. He’s screaming your name over and over again, the insects falling through his fingers into his lap. They’re crawling all over him and burrowing into his skin, and you’re still screaming. Tears roll down your cheeks as you’re frozen there unable to move. It feels like your feet are sinking into the ground. The swarm of earwigs on the ground begin to crawl to crawl towards you, and you fight to get away but your feet just sink deeper and deeper into the ground. 

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You awoke with a loud gasp, sitting upright and looking around the darkness of your bedroom wildly. The shadows seemed to shift and grow under your gaze, your nightmare holding onto your sleep-addled mind tight. Your heart thudded painfully, your hand coming to your chest as though you could hold your heart in place. With every frantic, gasping breath that escaped your lips you returned to reality a little more. 

Reality was not much of a comfort. As the terror of your dream faded, that familiar gut-wrenching guilt settled in. The last you had heard Sebastian Sallow was still very much alive, although you couldn’t bear to think about the life he was living. Of the life you had deprived him of. Today was the fifth anniversary of Sebastian’s sentencing to Azkaban. Before you could spiral into that sickening feeling of dread, a light knock sounded on your bedroom door. 

“Yes?” You called out. The door creaked open and Ominis stepped into your room quietly. His wand put pulses of red light into your dark room as he navigated his way towards you. 

“Having nightmares again?” He asked in a soft voice. 

“Is it that obvious?” The worried look on his face made your heart twinge. Despite that, you found his presence comforting.

“I’m certain half of London knows.” Ominis sat on the edge of your bed and set his wand on your night table. Following your seventh year at Hogwarts you had found a flat in London, a few months later Ominis had come to live with you to be closer to work. 

“I’m tired of the dreams, Ominis. It is so awful waking up like this every night.” You rubbed at your eyes, your hands shifting up to run through your hair. You still felt as though you might be sick. 

“Was it about him?” There was only one “him” when it came to your conversations with Ominis. You hummed a confirmation, not trusting your ability to keep your dinner in your belly if you opened your mouth. You didn’t look at Ominis, you didn’t like to see the guilt on his face. Ominis always gracefully tiptoed around your regret, it was only fair you did the same for him. 

During Sebastian’s sentencing, you had only felt it was the right thing to do. He had gone too far, using dark magic and murdering a person. As the years went by, you questioned your choice to turn him in more and more. Sebastian had killed Solomon in self-defense. Surely that didn’t constitute a life sentence in Azkaban… 

“Stop that. You mustn’t spend all your time torturing yourself like this.” Ominis set his hand on your shoulder, his thumb lightly stroking across the soft linen sleeve of your nightgown.

“I see him every time I close my eyes. I feel his hands in mine. I hear his laughter. I’m a monster, Ominis.” Hot tears pricked at your eyes, slowly streaking down your cheeks. 

“You are not a monster. We… We did what we must.” Ominis insisted, although he sounded uncertain. It truly was self-defense. Solomon had attacked you both, and he was merely defending you. He was defending himself. As you spiraled into your thoughts, Ominis shifted closer to you and cupped your cheek in his hand. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

“I’m sorry, Ominis.” You sniffled, tears streaming down your cheeks now. He shushed you, holding you close. His hand caressed your hair, and he twisted enough to press a little kiss to your forehead. A symbol of affection he’d taken to using in your sixth year. You felt awful about the way his touch comforted you. His hands were warm and firm against you, like the rock you could cling to in a stormy sea. 

“I told you we would face this together. You needn’t hide your pain from me.” His voice was soft, emotional. It tugged at your heart.

“I know, Ominis. I know.” You sighed softly. A wave of exhaustion washed over you, the warmth of Ominis’ body and the comfort of his touch relaxing you. 

“You should rest. When the morning comes you will feel better.” He very tenderly helped you lie back with your head on the pillow, his thumb brushing over your cheek and an almost pained expression crossing his features. You knew he was in love with you. You’d known for a long time. He sometimes forgot that you could see his expressions, and he often showed his emotions quite openly without meaning to. It hurt to see him like that, to see him be so adoring of you when you could only think of another man. 

“Stay with me.” The words left your mouth before you could even think about what they might mean to him. What boundaries you might be shattering. Ominis’ jaw clenched for a moment, before he nodded. You scooted over in your bed, and he climbed in, laying in the spot beside you that was still warm from your body. In a bid to push your emotions away enough that they didn’t overwhelm you, you reached out and laid your hand on Ominis’ arm. Without another word, he pulled you in close and wrapped his arms around you and let you rest your head on his chest.

“Everything will be alright.” Ominis said in a soft voice, a hand coming up and brushing your cheek as though he was checking for tears. You draped an arm over his torso, nestling in closer. Despite the guilt coiling in your gut, you had to admit this was nice. He always smelled nice, and he was warm and comfortable. The way he held you in his strong arms made you feel so safe. You closed your eyes, trying to relax into sleep once more. You were overwhelmed with images of freckled arms around you and warm brown eyes. It was almost like you could hear the laughter in the air from your time spent with Sebastian. Your eyes snapped open, banishing the thoughts and bringing you back to the present where you lay with Ominis. 

His fingers lazily traced down your arm sending shivers all down your spine. His hand settled on your waist, tracing little circles. The warmth of his touch through your nightgown was intoxicating, especially since it had been so long since you’d allowed yourself to lay in the arms of a man. You’d taken lovers after Sebastian was imprisoned, most of them had remained nameless as you’d only laid with them for one night. You couldn’t even remember the name of the man you’d let take your virginity, all you could remember was that he had been a farm boy with shaggy brown hair and freckles - not that you’d been trying to fill a hole in your heart or anything. 

Ominis’ grip on you tightened slightly, and you wondered what he was thinking about. You shifted your position just enough that you could look up at his face to see if you could parse any of his thoughts from his expression. His brows were furrowed slightly, although the rest of his face was neutral. You considered his face, taking in every inch of it. He was very handsome, you’d never deny that. You wondered if you could ever love him the way he loved you. You had an immense amount of love for him, you trusted him with your life. He truly was your best friend and you’d never trade him for anything in the world. Yet… you didn’t know if you could ever love like that again. You’d been a child when you loved Sebastian, and yet he still held such a large part of your heart. 

“Ominis?” You murmured softly. His head tilted slightly towards you, a sign you held his attention. You lifted a hand laying it across his cheek and caressing his soft skin. The weight of your touch had him turning towards you even more. His breath lightly fanned over your skin, and your heart began to thud a little harder as his grip on you tightened further. Your head tilted, and in your moment of shame and vulnerability you kissed him. It was almost like he was in disbelief, before he leaned into your kiss. His lips were warm, soft, and his taste was admittedly enticing. 

When a soft whine escaped his throat, it went straight to your core. His hand slid into your hair, gripping gently as you pushed yourself up so you were over him. Ominis’ lips parted, and your tongues met in a slow, thorough kiss. The only sounds in the room were your heavy breaths mingling together as your kiss became more and more heated. You’d never experienced such pleasure from something so simple as kissing before, but the passion behind every move he made had you completely breathless. You pulled away, stunned at your own actions.

Before either of you could speak, your lips met again hard and frantic. You found the hem of Ominis’ nightshirt and you pulled away long enough to yank it off of him. He leaned up, nipping your bottom lip and flicking it with his tongue as he pulled you up on top of him. Straddling his waist, you held his face and leaned in chasing that desperate kiss once again. His hands ran up your thighs, squeezing lightly as he moaned openly into your kiss. He was so vocal, something you hadn’t expected, but it was very attractive. 

You leaned down over him, taking your sweet time tasting him. He squeezed your thighs and pushed up under your nightgown, groping at your hips and pulling you down as he grinds up against you. A soft gasp escapes your lips, your hand sliding down to his neck. Your fingers lightly brush down the smooth column. You force the guilt out of your mind, concentrating on how this feels. It feels good. You push down all thoughts of Sebastian into a tiny little box in the back of your mind. Ominis pauses, pulling back to catch his breath. 

“Is this… Do you really want this?” He asks, his voice carries a plea. You know he wants it, you can feel how hard he is between your legs, you know how much he loves you. You also know that he respects you enough that if you said no, he’d leave it no matter how much it hurt him. You’d crossed this line in your friendship, there was no going back now. You’d made your bed, it was time to lie in it. And you would, so that you didn’t hurt him. Your desire and need for him to touch you overwrote any semblance of sense you had in your head. Yet, would it be the worst thing in the world to sleep with your best friend? The brother-in-bond to your first love?

“I want this. I want you.” You breathed out, your forehead resting against his. Ominis caught the hem of your nightgown and began to lift it. You helped him guide it over your head as you straightened up, throwing the garment onto the floor leaving you bare. He cursed softly, letting out a gentle moan as his hands roamed over your body like he was mapping every curve and line. His soft touch sent chills down your spine, your nipples standing at attention as he cupped the underside of your breasts and the pads of his thumbs swiping over your sensitive flesh. Your breath hitched as he gently rolled your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, giving them a little tug and prompting a little whimper from you at the slight pain overshadowed by pleasure. 

You ran your hands down the lengths of his arms, down onto his chest and you reached down between your legs to where his cock strained against his sleep pants. Ominis pinched your nipples again as your palm ran down the length of his bulge, his back arching slightly as he groaned. He touched all along your torso, tracing your waist and hips as his fingers came to rest on the tops of your thighs. One hand gripped you tight, and the other was rather loose as his thumb came down to brush experimental circles over your already sensitive clit. 

“You’re dripping, darling.” Ominis murmured, his thumb swiping through your folds as you let out sweet, little sounds. You gripped the shaft of his cock through his pants, very slowly stroking him. He resumed rubbing circles over your clit, sending little sparks of pleasure through your body. Your hips tilted under his touch, shifting forward so he was pressing against you more firmly. He obliged your silent request, rubbing you harder and faster. With his free hand he found your breast, kneading it and teasing your nipple between his fingers. Your legs spread further, your soaking heat pressing against his bulge. It was instinct to grind on him, to coax those groans and soft curses from his lips. You looked down, watching as he rubbed at your clit and you soaked through his pants from your arousal. While it felt nice, you felt so empty. 

“Please, I can’t wait any more.” You whined out, pressing down against him hard to drive your point home. His thumb stilled on your clit, moving away carefully. The lack of attention was agonizing. 

“Well we can’t have that now, can we.” He said, his voice huskier than usual. He gripped onto your hips and pushed you up far enough that he could rid himself of the confines of his sleep pants. You watched him, your eyes widening as his cock sprang forward and slapped down against his belly. You didn’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t that. You’d never seen one quite so… perfect. You reached down, wrapping your fingers around him and teasing at his length. Ominis groaned, gripping onto your hips. You bit down on your bottom lip, angling his cock to line up with your slit. You slowly sank down until he was fully sheathed inside you. He gave a wordless groan, his head leaning back against the pillow as he squeezed you a little tighter. 

You braced your palms against his chest, shifting slowly with a gasp. The way he filled you and stretched you was delicious. Slow movements let your body adjust to his impressive length, little mewls escaping your lips as the repetitive motions built up a delightful pleasure in your core. You watched his face as your hips lifted and fell, thrusting down onto his cock. His pale cheeks were delightfully pink in the dim lighting of your bedroom, and his mouth was agape as he moaned without restraint. His hands guided you up and down, tugging you down harder and harder every time encouraging you to grind on him.

It was slow and sensual, the way you were fucking him. In that precise moment, his pleasure meant little to you, you could only concentrate on your own. It just felt so damn good the way he had you feeling so full. The way your clit was grinding against him and you rode his perfect cock had you on cloud nine. Your hands roamed your own body, teasing up your waist and up onto your breasts as you moaned and whined atop him. Your hips rutted against him desperately as that white hot feeling of your orgasm budded in your core. Your toes curled, your body tensing as your eyes squeezed shut letting that feeling of bliss take over you.

“Yes, that’s it. Come on my cock.” Ominis pulled your hips down roughly as he thrust up into you hard. Over and over again he pounded up into your soaked heat, his thumb pressing to your clit again as he teased it with little circles. With a ragged cry, he drove you over the edge into an intense climax. Your back arched and your head fell back as you rode out that explosion of pure ecstasy that had your walls pulsing around him. Ominis didn’t relent for a second, letting you writhe and moan sinfully over him. 

As the intensity of your orgasm began to fade, Ominis sat up. He captured your mouth in a heated kiss, wasting no time meeting your tongue with his own. His arms guided your legs to wrap around his waist, before wrapping around you and holding you close. His hands roamed the expanse of your back, his nails lightly dragging over your skin. You were shocked by the sudden romance and passion, but you let it happen. Ominis’ touch was tender and soft, like he was committing every inch of you to memory. You were stricken wordless, tasting him and taking the moment to collect yourself. 

Your sensitive cunt didn’t have long to recover, as Ominis shifted and carefully laid you on your back. Lowering over you, his hips shifted until he was almost completely withdrawn from you. You whined in protest at the sudden feeling of emptiness, which quickly turned into a loud cry as he slammed back into you without restraint. Your arms wrapped around him, and you held on as he thrust into you deep and hard. Praises streamed from his lips between moans. He murmured softly about how good you felt, how you were taking him so well, how you were such a beautiful and perfect woman. Your nails dug into his back as you moaned shamelessly, the two of you loud enough you were certain your neighbours would hear. 

Ominis drove into you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your skin. He held you in place, lifting your hips to angle them so he could get even deeper. The way his cock hit that sweet spot inside of you had your eyes rolling back. You couldn’t string a sentence together, the entire world had disappeared apart from you, Ominis, and the way he was making you feel. Still oversensitive, it didn’t take long before your walls were clenching around Ominis in a second orgasm. His head fell to your shoulder, moaning in your ear and tickling your skin with every exhale. You trembled beneath him, your eyes shut tight as you vocalized your pleasure and held onto him tightly. 

His thrusts got sloppier, he still fucked into you fast and hard but his rhythm faltered. With his head on your shoulder, he bit down on your neck muffling a loud moan as he came. He filled you, coating your walls with his seed. Ominis slumped atop of you as you both breathed heavily. You could feel his heart pounding through his chest, the rapid pace matching your own. He pressed tender kisses to your neck, his nose nudging your skin gently. After a moment, he pulled out of you and lay down beside you on his back. 

The action seemed to pull you out of your haze of pleasure, and you found yourself staring at the ceiling as you tried to process what had just happened. You’d slept with him. With Ominis. While Sebastian rotted away in prison. He’d given you his heart, and here you were in bed with his best friend. 

“Are you alright?” Ominis asked in a gentle voice as his fingers brushed against the skin of your arm. He sounded so happy. 

“More than alright.” You lied, shifting closer to him to rest your head against his chest. It was so right, but it was so wrong. He kissed your forehead tenderly, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close. Slowly, his breath evened out. You watched him fall asleep, so peaceful and calm, while your heart was eating you alive. 

For a long time you stared out into the darkness, just listening to Ominis as he snored softly next to you. What now? What the hell were you supposed to do? You couldn’t wait forever for Sebastian, because he wasn’t coming. You looked at Ominis, watching him sleep for a moment. He was a good man. He would treat you right. Maybe one day you could love him the way he loved you. You clenched your jaw, nestling into his side and closing your eyes as fatigue overwhelmed you. As you drifted off into an uneasy sleep, you felt Ominis squeeze you gently and tug you in as close as possible.

***

The early morning sun was streaming into your room as you awoke to a persistent tapping on the window. You opened an eye, spotting a tawny owl clutching an envelope as it perched on your window sill. You stood up, glancing over at Ominis who still slept soundly looking handsome as ever with his tousled hair and his peaceful expression. You smiled slightly, It had been three months now since you’d become lovers, and he had been courting you so sweetly. A glittering engagement ring sat upon your hand, and every day you drew nearer your wedding date. Wrapping a housecoat around your body, you opened the window to take the envelope from the owl. You stroked the animal’s feathery head, before it turned and spread its wings flying away. 

You opened the blank envelope, pulling out the piece of parchment and unfolding it. Your heart dropped as you recognized the lovely scrawl of Sebastian Sallow.

My Dearest,

Though I haven’t heard from you since my sentencing, you have not left my thoughts a single moment. I dream of your smile, of the sound of your laugh. I lament the time I have missed.

I do not hate you for turning me in. Not when this has turned my life around. I befriended an auror fellow, I think you’d quite like him. He was colleagues with my Uncle. He listened to my tale, and suggested a retrial. 

My trial was a success. With my good behaviour during my time imprisoned, my undeniable charm and wit, and an auror on my side - I’m to be released later this month. 

Your eyes went blurry, unable to read the rest of his letter. Emotions overwhelmed you, and you looked over at Ominis where he slept peacefully. Nausea overwhelmed you, such a horrible pressure in your chest made you feel as though the world was collapsing around you. You felt breathless, struggling to breathe. Sebastian was being released? Sebastian was being released and he still cared for you? You’d given yourself to Ominis. You’d allowed yourself to try and care for him in a romantic way. He was going to be a good husband to you. Yet now, the man you were once quite convinced was your soulmate was coming home? 

You covered your mouth, trying to stay silent so you didn’t wake up Ominis. You shook your head, tears pricking in your eyes. What have you done?

[atypicalamortentia]

Drunk 'N' In Love || Ominis Gaunt

Synopsis - Your friends had come round to welcome you to your new apartment. After a few hours of drinking and talking, you step outside for some fresh air when Ominis follows you.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 1.6k

[Caffeinate Me]

Your friends had come over to welcome you to your new home: Sebastian, Ominis, Poppy, Imelda, Garreth, Leander and Grace. You had all had a few drinks, maybe a few drinks too many, but that didn’t stop you from continuing to knock them down one after another. You were laughing with your friends about the mischief you had all gotten up to during your time at Hogwarts which now that you think about it, wasn’t that long ago. “Another drink?” Imelda asked you as she poured herself another one. 

“Yes please,” you smiled drunkenly, holding your cup out for her to refill. She nodded and smiled at you pleasantly before pouring the liquid in your cup carefully. 

“And then Y/N got kicked out of class because she wasn’t paying attention!” Sebastian hollered, slapping his knee. He took a sip of his firewhisky and shot you a wink. 

“Oh shut up Sebastian,” you groaned. “I didn’t pay attention in class one time and it’s the funniest thing you can think of?” 

“It was hilarious because you were too busy staring at-” 

“Shut your mouth Sallow,” you growled, cutting him off before he could reveal who you were staring at. 

“Oooo Y/N had a crush!” Garreth smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

“Be quiet Weasley,” you groaned, slapping yourself in the face lightly. There was embarrassment and then there was this. A bead of sweat trickled down your forehead as your gaze flickered to the man of your interest; Ominis Gaunt. He was, and still is, the one you were crushing on. Of course your best friend Sebastian knew about your crush. You were surprised he hadn’t let it slip with that big mouth of his. 

“So you’re not gonna tell us who it was?” Imelda asked as she sat back down next to you on the floor. You shook your head and your friends groaned in disappointment. 

The next few hours remained relatively tame despite the amount of alcohol you were drinking. Occasionally, someone would laugh a little too loud causing you to shush them. You didn’t want your new neighbours thinking that you were rowdy. Eventually you felt yourself succumbing to the alcohol, your brain began to feel fuzzy and you felt the most confident you’d ever felt in your life. You stood up from your sitting position on the floor causing your friends to look at you. “Everything okay Y/N?” Grace asked, her eyebrows pinching together as you stumbled your way to the door. 

“Just feeling a little warm!” You called out. “I’ll be back in a minute, I just need some fresh air!” 

You walked out of your apartment and down the stairs, being careful not to fall over on your unsteady legs. You arrived at the door of your apartment complex and walked outside. It may have been 12am at night, but the warm summer breeze hit you hard. You slumped against the wall, sighing heavily as your mind continued swirling. You closed your eyes for what felt like a few seconds before the door to your apartment complex swung open. Your eyes snapped open, not expecting to see the person who stumbled out of the door - Ominis. You felt your breathing intensify upon learning he was on his own, after all the two of you hadn’t really spent any one-on-one time together since Hogwarts. “Y/N?” He asked into the darkness. 

“I’m here, Ominis,” you squeaked. The blonde’s attention turned in your general direction and he slowly, but surely, made his way over to you. 

“Are you okay? You’ve been out here for quite some time now,” he spoke softly. 

You blushed lightly from a mixture of embarrassment, the warm air outside and the alcohol in your system. “I-I’m fine!” You squeaked. “Just needed some fresh air, it was getting too stuffy in the apartment with everybody there.” 

“You’ve had too much to drink,” Ominis stated blankly.

“So have you,” you retorted. 

“Touché,” Ominis chuckled. One of his hands made its way up to stroke back a piece of his hair that had fallen in front of his face. You stared at him, admiring his facial features under the pale moonlight. Even with a pinkish hue on his face from the alcohol, you still thought he was the most handsomest man to ever exist. “I may be blind, but I can clearly sense you staring at me,” he whispered, snapping you out of your trance. 

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled, playing with your fingers awkwardly. 

“I don’t mind,” he replied. “I must admit, I find it rather flattering.”

“You do?” You asked, a smile making its way across your lips. “I could stare at you all day,” you admitted.

Ominis blushed at your words, his cheeks reddening. “I wish I could see you.”

“I’m glad you can’t,” you chuckled. “I look like a mess right now.”

“I’m sure you look beautiful,” Ominis argued, his eyebrows furrowing. “I don’t want to hear another word otherwise.”

You pouted at his words and rolled your eyes. There was a comfortable silence that settled between you both as you gazed off into the darkness of the night. Your mind continued to wonder as Ominis shuffled beside you: of all people to come outside and check if you were okay, why Ominis? Why not your best friend? Why not Imelda? You found your heartbeat picking up a few paces as Ominis shuffled closer to you, his hand grazing yours lightly. “Ominis?” You asked slowly, turning to face him completely. He didn’t respond with words, just faced you. “Why did you really come out here?” 

“I-I came out to see if you were okay,” he claimed. 

You shook your head in disbelief that that was the only reason why. Something in your gut was telling you there was something else. “But why you?” You pressed. 

Ominis’ eyes widened as you asked the question. He thought for a moment before slumping his shoulders lightly. Instead of answering your question, he asked you a counter question. “Who were you staring at that day you got kicked out of class?” He asked, voice low. 

“You,” you replied in a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. 

“Me?” He asked. Both his voice and face were a picture of shock. “Why me?” 

“I said I could stare at you all day,” you replied, your confidence weavering slightly. “I meant it.” Ominis stayed silent again but let his movements do all the talking. He lunged towards you, trapping you against the wall with both hands on either side of your head so you couldn’t move. His face was so close to yours, his scent filled your nostrils. He smelt like alcohol and a cologne you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Whatever it was, it had your head spinning even more. “W-What are you doing?” You stuttered, eyes gazing down to his lips before meeting his milky grey orbs. 

“Doing something I should have done years ago,” came his reply. Before you knew it, Ominis had cupped your face in his hands and was kissing you softly. His lips moulded against yours easily and glided across like a dream. His lips were everything you had imagined them to be: soft, wet, plush and sweet. Your eyes fluttered closed as Ominis deepened the kiss, pulling your body flush against his chest. You could feel his heart against your hand that was now resting on his chest and it was racing. Licking your bottom lip seductively, Ominis asked for entrance into your mouth which you happily granted. His tongue immediately wrapped around your own and a soft moan escaped your lips as you grasped the front of his shirt tightly. The two of you stayed like that for a few more seconds until Ominis finally pulled away, panting heavily. “That was even better than I imagined it to be,” he laughed awkwardly. 

“You can say that again,” you replied breathlessly. You slowly opened your eyes to find Ominis hadn’t moved his face away from yours yet, he was still dangerously close to your lips as if he was waiting to kiss you again. His hands had fallen from your cheeks to your hips which he grasped firmly, keeping you in place. 

“I love you Y/N,” Ominis whispered, not giving you a second to reply before he pressed his lips to yours again. “I always have,” he mumbled into your lips. 

“I love you too,” you managed to reply once he had pulled away from your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a few more minutes, just basking in each other's presence before you spoke up once more. “We should probably go back in. The others are probably worried about us.”

Ominis nodded and laughed lightly, “you’re right. After you, m’lady.”

You giggled as you grabbed Ominis’ hand and walked back into your apartment complex. He trailed behind, letting you guide him. You walked up a flight of stairs and entered your apartment. When your friends saw your hands intertwined, their faces lit up. “Finally!” Sebastian yelled, a little too loudly. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to keep it a secret any longer Y/N.”

“Wait, you knew?” Imelda growled, her eyebrows raising in shock.

“You had to be blind not to see it,” Sebastian laughed. “No offence Ominis.”

“None taken,” he mumbled, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. He pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled into your hair. It was safe to say that Ominis spent the rest of the night kissing you and holding you to his body tightly. There was no way he was going to let you go now that he finally had you in his arms. 

[sebastianwallows]

A Lifetime

Sebastian Sallow x platonic!Ominis

Summary - Anon request for “Hello! I am discovering your work and loving it! I wonder if you would consider writing about Ominis and Sebastian’s friendships prior to their fifth year please? How it develops, their language of friendships, how the Sallows take Ominis in each school holiday, etc."

Word Count - 1,106

Warnings - none

Ominis had been through a lot in the 11 years leading up to life at Hogwarts. He was relieved to have some escape from home, but at the same time was scared to trust and rely on anyone to be consistent and pleasant in his life.

In no way was he prepared to meet the Sallow twins. Ominis was terrified to make a fool of himself since using a wand as a guide as new to him. For the most part on the train, the boat ride, and on the way into the castle people had ignored him. This is what he expected and as much as it made him sad he had less room to embarrass himself, it was how things had to be.

As the sorting hat was lifted from his head, proudly declaring him Slytherin, he had no idea where to go. Physically, he knew the table, the distance it was, and he had committed it to memory in his short time there, but he had no one he knew to sit beside.

That was until he heard someone calling to him as they clapped and cheered with the rest of the crowd, "Hey! Come over here, I've been saving this seat for you."

He was baffled and his small fingers trembled against his wand as it drew him towards the voice, the first time he noticed it nearly had a mind of it's own. He had a look of shock on his face as he took a seat, getting a heavy pat on the back.

"Boy I'm glad you're here, I tried to catch up earlier, but you walk too fast! My name is Sebastian and my sister Anne is here too." Ominis' lips curled up into a small smile as he introduced himself to the pair for the first time.

After that, Sebastian opened him up and allowed him to see a side of himself he hadn't ever seen before. It was one where he experienced the joy of knowing someone caring about your presence at dinner or at a class. It was feeling his heart race in panic while he and Sebastian hid around the corner from Peeves to try and not get caught sneaking out from their common room past their curfew.

Sebastian never treated him differently, but would ask him blunt questions that were sometimes relevant to his needs and sometimes something out right rude if anyone else had said it to him.

"Do I need to help you with the moving staircases?"

"Do you have your own map of this place in your head?"

"How do you know when you're clean after using the bathroom?"

Ominis was surprised at how much he actually enjoyed that someone was interested enough to care about such things.

For Sebastian, he felt so comfortable being himself with Ominis. It seemed like he could never get on his nerves no matter how much trouble he got them in. He could always see the ghost of a smile on his face even as Professor Weasley scolded them.

He had been intrigued by Ominis, showing up all alone to the train and sitting all by his lonesome too. Of course he could tell the boy was blind, but he was amazed at the ease with which he got around. And if Sebastian was left alone at the station, he probably would have just bailed or something more interesting. It was immediately following their 1st year that Ominis decided he no longer wanted to go home. He pleaded to his parents to let him stay in Feldcroft with the guise of being closer to all of his professors and learning resources.

He and Sebastian spent this time in their younger years annoying Anne and creating their own adventures in the vast expanse of green and mountains. It was so new to Ominis that he almost acted younger than his age at these times, trying desperately to make up for all the time he missed. He was playful and happy. He loved the smells of the meals cooked at home and of all the life that surrounded Feldcroft. Every school holiday Sebastian would alternate in visiting back home and staying in the castle with Ominis, since it wasn't like he was missing his family too much. It was important for him to make his own traditions with his friend so that they maintained their special bonds. For Christmas and birthdays they would make it a point to try and exchange the worst gifts. They wouldn't be spending too much money if any at all and would try and outsmart the other to find something they would abhor.

Before their 4th year was when tragedy struck for Sebastian and things changed. He wrote one angsty owl to Ominis and then nothing else for the entire summer off. Despite that, Ominis kept writing to him the whole time.

He hadn't ever had anything so great to lose in his life, so he didn't quite understand, but he was familiar with pain. He wrote his condolences, his advice, and even sorrowful anecdotes about his own childhood.

He needed Sebastian to know that he would still be there for him no matter what. He had been terrified that he would come back to Hogwarts to find his friend gone for good and was stunned when he walked right up like nothing bad had ever happened.

Sebastian wanted to pretend things were the same. He didn't want to talk about everything that was wrong with his life. So, Ominis was patient with him until the day he broke down in the Undercroft. He cried and swore. He paced around shouting and sat curled up within himself while Ominis held onto him.

He apologized profusely to Ominis for ignoring him, but Ominis brushed him off telling him he was just glad to be together and talking about everything. Everything was always more serious from this point on. Sebastian acted outwardly like things were the same, but Ominis knew the truth.

It made him a little bit more cold. It made him stringent with whom he shared Sebastian with. He didn't want anyone else to come into his life and cause him anymore pain. As Sebastian was the one person he had, he felt protective over him.

This is why when the new student appears in 5th year Ominis is careful. He sees Sebastian's interest and wants to encourage it since it is the first time he's seen him act this way in a while, but at the same time he's terrified to step back and let Sebastian make choices on his own.

[fadingr222]

A One shot I wrote of Sebastian while I have school tomorrow and it’s 11 PM 👍

Context: It’s been 2 years since your fifth year. You sent him to Azkaban. I wanted to do something different so I might make a part two? Idk yet

Warnings: Angst, Broken limbs (idk I went a little dark)

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The late nights in the Azkaban changed him. It seemed almost daily he would indoor painful torture from either prison guards or cellmates. They discovered he used to be friends with you. They wanted so badly to hurt you that they would hurt him. It seems like each day was a new hell he will have to desperately escape from.

There were times he wondered if there were more scars than freckles on his body. For two years he had to learn to survive. He would send endless letters to you. Some of them blamed you for the hell he’s going through. Others were filled with poems and compliments he wished he could say to your face.

He sent some to Anne and to Ominis. They replied asking him to stop blaming them, putting pressure on them, trying to pin it on them like they were the guilty ones. Saying things along the lines of he himself put himself there. He remembered that Ominis wrote to leave well enough alone. Accept and make peace with the fate his life led to.

Sebastian every single night cried silently to himself. Tears that felt like they could fill rooms leaked and flooded his mind. You flooded his mind. At night in the cover of dark you were the only thing you could think of. If he hadn’t screwed everything up he would be graduating right now.

Maybe he would’ve brought up the courage to ask you out. Maybe you would share kisses with him under the moonlight. Oh how he would praise, you devote himself to you. His hands trembled at the thought of you. They reached for the wall as he laid down pretending he was reaching for your figure.

How he will kneel himself before you. How he wished you would explore him. He was angry. So confused and distraught.

He wanted to break something. Suddenly his hands reached for some thing else. He grabbed his leg firmly. Only thoughts of you in his mind as he with all his strength he tried to crack, twist, or pop his leg. Pain shot out at him. The bone not budging. His mind was too focused on what he was doing to let him break his leg.

He gasped and tried to picture how you would look. Did you cut your hair or let it grow? How tall are you now? Are your eyes still filled with hope? He grunted and winced as a large sharp sound from below finally gave way.

He gritted his teeth hard and left out terrible pain filled noises. To the point guards busted into his cell. He was rushed to the infirmary. There he was left alone with a nurse.

She casted a spell and immediately he was relieved of pain. His eyes started around the room looking for a guard. A dark smile formed as he saw he was left alone with the nurse. He leapt. He reached for her neck. Immediately she flinched and tried to cover it. As she did this his hand suddenly change direction. Her wand.

“Avada Kadavra!” He yelled. She didn’t even have time to yell. She didn’t beg for Mercy. She didn’t get to see her life flash before her eyes. The only thing she saw was Sebastian. A green flash. Then nothing. He left most of her body and bit one of her nails ingesting it. Then searched her pockets.

that night he used all three unforgivable‘s. Along with every other spell he remembered. Every single spell he desperately had his hands on to find a cure for a sister that wants nothing to do with him. He used them all.

Alohomora on all the inmate’s cells. Keeping the guards busy. The nail from the nurse that was resting in his belly let him pass any charms meant for inmates. The water was cold. He was sure he was going to freeze to death. Yet he swam.

In the middle of the ocean far from Azkaban he floated. His eyes staring up into the sky as his body became dehydrated from swimming in the salty Water. A shadow casted over him and he took deep breath’s gasping to make noise loud enough for the creature to hear.

When he was on land he made a break for it. Thanking the creature that just gave him a chance for survival. Living in the forest he practiced transfiguration. Till he suddenly found himself as Animagus. The form he normally took was a cat. He desperately wanted to spend the last year with you. Hogwarts was always crawling around with cats..

Author note: I might do some parts where you adopt cat him, idk.

[theodoradevlin]

Old Habits and All That

SUMMARY: Silly/Random drabble/imagining of what MC x Ominis x Sebastian are up to in their future endeavors, on assignment for an artifact in the Dolomites. Sort of a continuation based off of this old imagining I had dreamed up about Seb being a magical artifact hunter. Using Theo as the MC....cause ya know. we can't be separated at this point.

WOW actually had a brain cell for once. Felt good to write a little again...so this may be more for me than anyone else (lol).Would be nice to turn this into an actual fic if my creativity wants to cooperate...but we'll see.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

OLD HABITS AND ALL THAT

Theo cursed as she dropped what must have been the third thing this week. This time - a mug. A mug…that had previously been holding the glorious caffeine that her body most so desperately needed right now.

At the curse, and the shatter, one of her companions jolted upright on the chaise they had previously been napping on across the room, unseeing eyes already full of alarm none the less. 

“Theo? What is it? What’s wrong?” 

Ominis’ concerns were never tentative, but immediate. For that she was grateful…because what came next was an accusing curse to match hers from the other side of the room as the unshaven man who’s face had previously been buried in his research also shot up to see what the commotion was about... only to immediately be followed by a groan.

“Damn - that was my Montrose Magpies mug wasn’t it? That was my favorite one.” Sebastian’s whine crawled under her skin as she let out her own exasperated sigh. 

 They had all been on the search for weeks, having been funded by a mystery donor for a six month stint in the middle of the Dolomite region in the Cansiglio Plateau. Muggles had always spoken about an ‘energetic boundary’ in the area they believed to be spiritual…but the minute Theo had stepped foot here she knew what it really was. It had called to her instantly, as it always did.

Ancient Magic. 

Sebastian had been researching tales on the region, about another object that could remove essence of magic from individuals, ancient or not, and it was something that needed to be apprehended and locked away as soon as possible.

Theo could only imagine if it got out…one could potentially steal magic from anyone they wished. And….no one deserved that fate. Loosing magic was comparable to loosing one’s part of their soul.

They knew from experience that even Sebastian’s experiments with dark magic had irreversibly altered his own magic trace, to this day. 

And Ominis, having become an expert Curse Breaker in their years after Hogwarts, was also well aware from his own experiences on what risks usually came with an object like that.

They suspected the object was located in an ancient tomb somewhere within the mountains, but ...where exactly this tomb was they could not say...yet.

However….all that to say….Theo knew full well if finding this object wasn’t going to test them all, then her lack of sleep certainly was.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’ll…try and replace it.” She growled at Sebastian.

“Now, now Theo. If you want to get into my knickers you needn’t go around terrorizing my mugs to do it.” 

Despite his own lack of sleep, the quick wit was never idle. Ominis let out a scoff as if to remind them he was ALSO in the room, and not currently interested in seeing Seb’s knickers. 

“Try and keep your trousers on for once. I know we’ve all been cooped up in here, but really Sebastian.” He scolded playfully. Not as if he hadn’t seen that part of Sebastian before… the first few weeks here, the three of them had taken too many shots of fire whiskey…and…well. For now, they would have to save that for another time. 

Sebastian shot him a withering look…though in his disheveled state from his corner of the room, tucked behind the table underneath stacks of old texts, some of that glare lost its power. Ominis had still managed to sound and appear as calm, cool, and collected as he always was. 

And yet with Ominis, Theo could always spot the signs when something more feral was flashing beneath the surface. Yes…they had all been cooped up in their hideout for far too long, with all of them needing some form of release. Whether a break-through in the research…or perhaps something else. 

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she bent down to pick up the mug shards, surprised to see that her own fingers were shaking. 

Cautiously, Ominis came over to her as if sensing this, bending down to her level and taking her hands in his own, rubbing a finger along the skin as if in a small attempt to soothe her. 

“Perhaps one too many cups of coffee, hm Theo? When was the last time you slept for longer than twenty minutes?” 

Even as her breath calmed at his touch, her chest immediately turned tight at the fact that she knew her body demanded sleep, but their situation could not allow it. 

“We…we’re so close to finding the relic. So close. I’ll sleep afterwards.” Her voice came out tight, and stubborn, so much so that Ominis sighed. 

“She’s right you know. Ominis - we can’t stop now. That would put off all the progress we’ve made —“ 

The man still had not released her hands, but turned to snap his head in Sebastian’s direction.

 “Neither of you are getting anything done in the state you’re in. Theo can’t even hold something in her hands for two seconds without dropping it, and you…I know you haven’t shaved in forever judging by the feeling of hair that attacks me every time I’m near you, so I can only assume what state you’re in. I can certainly smell you. Now….maybe you both can pause for some food and a bath.”

“But—“ 

Ominis cut off Theo’s protest again.  

“Enough of that. You need to soak up the caffeine, and Sebastian needs to be in a world outside of his textbooks for a night.”

“Hey!” 

Despite the objection from them both, Theo knew he was right. She could see Ominis needed it too in the tense muscle fluttering in his jaw. 

“Alright fine. Agreed. Food…and a break. For a bit. Then…back to work.” She agreed, with a tight and shallow nod. 

Ominis smirked, dipping his own head in a slight nod, pleased clearly that he’d gotten her to agree. “Always so diligent. Alright then. And Sebastian… bath first please.” 

More disgruntled noises from the freckled man, but no more objections as they went to get ready. 

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Luckily, since they were staying close to the valley…the walk to the nearest tavern was a short and welcome trek from their hideout. As they walked, her eyes skimmed over the pale mountains looming in the distance, forcing her mind to forget the secrets they might hold….at least for a time. 

Theo wasn’t going to deny that the stew placed in front of her had thawed all remaining feelings of tension and warmed her from the inside out. For the first time in days, she felt like more of a human and less of a run over dugbog. She could see it on all of their faces as they sat in the booth of the tavern, no one speaking words, but just enjoying the comfort of the food. 

Even Sebastian was at ease, despite the small tinge of nervousness that still followed him when they were out in public. It was half the reason their work in tracking down artifacts took them around the world, and nowhere near Hogwarts. 

All those years ago after their fifth year, she still remembered when she saw him for the first time after that summer. The unfamiliar look of doubt that had worked its way into his previously unbothered and careless demeanor. He had showed up at the Three Broomsticks, having been taken in by Sirona after the events that had happened in the catacombs. It was the first, and only time, she had seen him frozen in their presence…unsure of what they thought of him.

 Theo hugged him first, rushing over and holding him tightly, not questioning a single thing. Ominis was slower to embrace him, but did all the same. Questions would still come from him, they always would. And that’s why they needed each other. 

Like he had said all those months ago, whatever they were in for…they were in it together. 

And they still were. 

They had eaten stew that day too. 

The thought of how far they’d come welcomed a grin to her face as she looked down into her soup, Sebastian immediately picking up on it. 

“Hm. And what, may I ask, are you smiling about over there?”  His voice was light and teasing, already so much less strained than it had been earlier. Theo made a face at him.

“Just nice to see your face again, Seb that’s all. I had forgotten what you had looked like under all that wolfish facial hair.”

Ominis let out a snort, as Sebastian rolled his eyes, but the smile still remained on his face.  “Always warms my heart when you say you like my face, Theo. You know what….just for that. I’m ordering us a round of drinks.”

Ominis eyebrows immediately raised in curiosity, no doubt remembering the last time they all drank together.  “Oh?” 

“Oh, indeed.” Theo echoed, leaning closer and resting her head in her hands in intent interest.

“Well- we all agreed we deserved a break. Don’t we deserve a little fun too?” 

None of them disagreed as Sebastian came back over, with three shots of fire whiskey. 

“In it together, then?” Ominis said, raising his glass. 

“For better or worse.” Theo concurred. 

“And more of it worse, knowing us. Old habits, and all that..” Seb added his quip, before the three of them clinked and threw it back.

She chuckled, knowing that he was right. Their philosophy seemed to be one of being in trouble or being bored. 

Theo knew a lot had changed, and probably still would. but, perhaps these old habits wouldn't.