#sebastian sallow critical

[heidi891]

16yo Severus Snape: *makes a small cut on James’ cheek and calls Lily a Mudblood*

Fans: He’s EVIL.

15/16yo Sebastian Sallow: *uses the Unforgivable Curses and a Dark relic that controls Inferi, kills his own uncle*

Fans: He did nothing wrong!

[sparxyv]

i imagine that sebastian always had a love for the more dangerous spells - confringo being the first of many that he would teach himself and his friends 🫣

and look! mousey and sebastian getting along, what a rare sight!

[kiwiplaetzchen]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Thank you for this lovely ask, @localravenclaw 💚

It wasn't easy picking something, if I have to be honest. I can't pick an RP with Nosy, because I hold all of them very dear to my heart. I would never be able to pick a favourite.

Every single RP is always so much fun. 😂💚

If I would have to choose an ai art, it would probably be this one:

I really like how the face and the smile turned out in the end. The hair looks perfect. The piano~ And the lovely song reminds me of a really good time back at @ask-sebastian's Musical Owl Monday #you're instrumental 💚 (🦢)

A little bonus:

Just a small edit that makes me smirk every damn time:

Nurse Nosy

Original Nosy art by @lil-grem-draws

[lilacwisps]

Ominis has strong “All of the Girls You Loved Before” (“i’m so thankful for all of the girls you loved before”) vibes towards MC, while Sebastian is very much of a “Hits Different” (“i pictured you with other girls in love, then threw up on the street”) person towards them

[oneofafew]

I tired to write a cute platonic Ominis/MC fic but it just ended with an angry jealous Sebastian

So the new trope is

Ominis is the clam to Sebastian’s storm at least for my MC that is

He is a cool breeze and Seb is the fire

I might might post the short if anyone’s interested

[sinsirellaxx]

Slytherin boys …

What the Slytherin boys would do to win you over

How they manipulate you into forgiving them after f*cking up

What they do when you neglect them

What would they do to get you back if you left them for someone else

What makes them toxic?

How would they react to you getting jealous?

What they are like when they’re jealous

What they’d be like if you broke up with them

Things you do that turn them on

What they’ re like if you put them in their place

What they’d be like if you show up at their dorm crying

They only have a soft spot for you

Ass, Boobs or Thighs?

What they’d do if you wore a short skirt

NSFW Headcanons

When they actually fall in love with you

You find out you are a bet/They find out they were a bet

you (respectfully) criticize them in bed

You put them in your place and now they want you back

Most to least toxic

How would they react to reader with long hair

You are hit by an unforgivable and they have to watch you suffer

Theodore Nott x Reader

How could he not(t)?

In the Middle of the Night

The grass on the other side …

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

“I fcked up.”

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Ball Dates and Jealousy

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Forgotten hero, friend and love

Jealousy

Hot headed

Ominis Gaunt x Reader

The Sallow-Cupid

Thomas Shelby x Reader

The force that is Thomas Shelby

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Unwanted Bride Pt. 2

Five times the Rogue Prince made you cry

Five times you made the Rogue Prince cry

The one time the Rogue Prince tried to get you back

The prince of your dreams

Aemond Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon

Unspoken Truths

[morelikeravenbore]

💕Positivity prime time! Share five things you love about yourself, four things you're excited about, OR three people you care deeply about and why. Pass this along to someone whose posts make you smile💕

CA-CAW BISH 💙

CA-CAW BINCH! 💙

Thank you for sending this, ya cutie! I didn't feel like writing about myself so I uh did this instead 👉👈 hehe I hope it spreads some positivity regardless.

Silly drabble, 600~ words.

Sebastian smoothed the sheet of parchment over the desk and reviewed his work with a small nod of satisfaction. Curfew was near, and the library was deathly silent save for the near-constant stream of dark mutterings coming from the girl beside him. Aurélie, for all her beauty, humour, and charm, was a force to be reckoned with when she was in a bad mood, and after an entire day of being grumbled, glared and snapped at, Sebastian was quite ready to put a stop to it. 

'Right,' he said decisively, squinting at his untidy scrawl. 'Are you ready?' 

'No.'

'First question —' 

'I still don't understand how this is going to help!' 

Not for the first time in his life, Sebastian thanked whatever higher power had given him a twin sister and thus a lifetime of experience dealing with the wildly shifting moods of girls: Anne was certainly a  formidable foe when she was upset, but even the volatile temper of a Sallow paled in comparison to that of a French girl when she woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Still, vast experience notwithstanding, he exhaled a deep, slow breath before calmly explaining, for the third time in a row, ‘It's called practising gratitude. It's supposed to help you shift your mood so you feel better.'

'Fine,' Aurélie pouted, slumping lower in her chair. 'Ask the stupid questions.'

‘First,’ he began, referring to the list of prompts he'd compiled. 'List five things you love about yourself.' 

'Five?' she shrieked, bolting upright as if he'd just assigned her a twelve inch essay on the history of flobberworms. 'Pass. Next.'

'We'll come back to that one, then, shall we?' he said through his teeth. 'Share four things you're excited about.'

'Going to bed,' she muttered. 

Sebastian scribbled it down. 'And?' 

'That's it.'

Unwilling to concede defeat until he at least drew out a single, tiny, begrudging smile from her, he went on. 'Next question. Three people you love deeply.'

'Shoes.'

'Shoes are not people, Aura.'

'Shoes are a girl's best friend.'

'That's diamonds!' 

'Those, too. Write that down.'

'Alright.' With mounting frustration, he added "shoes" and "diamonds" to the list of people she loved. 'Who else? Real people, Aura.'

'Celeste,' she offered, leaning forward to watch him write her best friend's name on the list. 

'And? Come on, you might play the part of World’s Most Aloof Ravenclaw, but I know for a fact you love more than just one person…' 

'Hmm, Poppy. And Esme! And Jean, and Siobhan. And Lory, Cordelia, Tessa, Rosalie, Gibby, Allegra. Ummm...' She paused to catch her breath while Sebastian's quill flew across the parchment, struggling to keep up. 'Johanna, Calypso, Matty, Eleanor, Ariane, Winter, Alyn. Oh, and Artemis, and Lydia! And Violet and Pearl, and Eloise, both of them —' 

When finally she found herself out of names, Sebastian reviewed the long list with a bemused expression. ‘All these friends and you can't think of a single nice thing to say about yourself. Anyway —’ He shook his head and turned to look at her, ‘— you're missing someone.'

'Oh?' she frowned, critically eyeing the list of names. ‘No, I don't think so.’

'Mhm. A certain charming, good-looking, highly intelligent, freckled someone.'

'Oh!' She smacked her palm to her forehead. 'You're right! Garreth Weasley.'

Sebastian nearly choked on his tongue. 'I'm not writing Garreth fucking Weasley under "people you love deeply"', he refused, throwing his quill down. 

'Oh, but he's so friendly.'

‘No,’ he said flatly. 

‘Alright, alright, grum-py. How about this?’ With an impish grin, she picked up his quill and, in a long, elegant script, wrote “Sebastian Sallow” across the top of the parchment. 

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. ‘You couldn't have put me first?’ he grumbled.

‘I could've,’ she replied, smiling for the first time that day. ‘But it's much more fun making you jealous.’

🦋 Featuring my loves and some of Aura's AU besties: @sallowsangel @sallowslove @sloanesallow @lorriiraine @2centniffler @gingerlegacy07 @mianeryh @galaxiasgreen @lyworth @ravenwind-75 @dwightschrute11 @girl-named-matty @endless-starlight-legacy @yoshitsuno @moonstruckmoony @ps-cactus @polarisgreenley @esolean @vienguinn @myokk @thesuperiorfeeling

[little-emerald-snake]

Smutmas Day 1

"I’m going to fucking ruin you" - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

553 words

Sebastian glared at her from across the room. She’d been teasing him all morning, wearing her skirt rolled up higher so it hung well above her knees. Sitting next to Garreth in potions instead of next to him and Ominis like usual.

Even now, she was bent over Ominis, whispering something to make the blonde blush profusely while her eyes met Sebastian’s from across the room.

Sebastian had been reluctant to tell the school they were seeing each other and while their meetups were less romantic and more for intimate late night hook ups. But she still wanted the school to know so if he was secretly fooling around with anyone else she would have a better chance of knowing.

Neither of them wanted the drama of romance but both craved the carnal sexual connection that they seemed to have shared since day one when she walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts.

While Sebastian had never flirted so hard with any of the other girls like he had with her and while she had never flirted seriously with any other boy it seemed logical for them to seek out an escape between each other.

They’d shared so much over the last few years anyway, between adventure, trauma, health and family issues. It made the most sense to seek comfort in any form from the other.

But right now Sebastian was irritated with her little games. He of course knew what she wanted from him but he didn’t want to be ridiculed for taking advantage of her or pulled aside by professors and warned that his actions had dire consequences.

Every bit of criticism they would tell him, he already knew and he didn’t want to hear it from anyone else. He’d tried to assure her that she was the only one he was sleeping with but his assurance wasn’t exactly good enough for her.

While he understood why, it didn’t make him feel any less hurt that she refused to believe him and instead kept insisting that they become public. So instead she turned to torturing him. After all, she knew he was quite possessive of her.

Later when they’d finally met up for their secret nighttime tryst he’d pulled her into his arms and pushed her up against a table. She’d had to sit back on it a bit to avoid being pressed so close up against him. “S-Sebastian…”

He’d slid her barely there skirt up her thighs and hummed in satisfaction as he pinned her against the table and rutted his hips against her center, sending her head tipping back as she moaned. “Don’t…you’ve been a bold little tease all day, and now you’re going to pay for it, won’t you sweetheart?”

She whimpered, his clothed cock dragging against her center as his lips attached to her neck. “Oh you pretty little thing. Look how desperate you are. Do you feel how hard I am? All for you. I’m only hard for you my darling. That’s how it’s always been and that’s how it always will be.”

She whimpered, pressing her hips against him eagerly, body shaking as it begs for friction between her legs. “Come on darling, bend over for me and lift this slutty little skirt. I’m going to fucking ruin you while I mark that pretty neck.”

[sunshines-legacy]

Pining in the Undercroft Pt2 - Sebastian Sallow

Read part one here!

Pairing - Sebastian Sallow x Female MC

Word count - 1.6k

Warnings/tags - Smut, neck kissing, unprotected sex, All characters are 18+, NOT PROOFREAD

Summary - Sebastian finds his best friend moaning his name in the undercroft after an argument.

A/N - This took so long to write TvT Im gonna be so fr I was baked the entire time I wrote this lmao And if you notice any inconsistencies with their position please forgive me! Some things may have gotten jumbled when I was writing the second draft.. ANYWAYS I hope yall enjoy! Also constructive criticism is welcome! <3

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“Sebastian.. Fuck me..”

The Slytherin in question froze, shocked by the Hufflepuff’s sudden request. Just that morning they’d only considered each other friends. Despite that, Sebastian had been dreaming of hearing those words fall from her lips. Now that it’s finally happening, he cursed himself for freezing. For a long moment, all he could do was look down at her with those puppy eyes that she fell in love with. That was until those very eyes darkened and resembled more of a wolf than a puppy.

Sebastian let out a low chuckle before crashing his lips onto hers. She responded, in kind, by granting him access to her tongue when his own flicked over her lips. Sebastian pressed his knee against her core as a reward for her obedience. She whined into his mouth as she rolled her hips against his leg.

With her wrists bound, Sunshine brought them over Sebastian’s head to take firm fistfuls of his hair. The freckled boy smiled against her lips as her nails scraped his scalp before tugging his hair lightly. He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavier than before as they rested their foreheads together.

After a moment of basking in each other, Sebastian moved his hands from her hips to his shirt, unbuttoning it as fast as his shaking hands would let him. When his shirt hung open, Sunshine soaked in the sight, rolling her lip between her teeth. With his ego thoroughly inflated, Sebastian stood up and unbuckled his bet. His lips curved into a teasing smile watching her eyes widen when he dropped his pants and boxers.

“Enjoying the view, are we?” His teasing tone ever present despite the barely tamed desire in his words.

“Oh yes, I am quite enjoying it,” She quipped back, admiring his size. She licked her lips at the bead of pre on his tip before her eyes flickered up to meet his. She squirmed under his increasingly ravenous gaze and opened her legs more, inviting him in.

He retook his place between her legs, his dick standing at attention as he lowered his hips. Sunshine let out small whines when he rubbed the head through her folds. He let out a stuttered breath as he looked upon her form. Her naked body laid bare to him, hands tied, and an eager smile waiting for him. Her half-lidded eyes shown so much trust alongside her ever growing desire.

He ran a hand up her thighs, feeling her flesh under his fingers and relishing in the way she shuddered under his touch. His other hand pressed his length against her. He pushed it in. Only a few inches at first but her gasp encouraged him to push in further. He halted, however, when she drew his attention with a pained whimper. Snapping his head up to look at her, he observed her scrunched face.

“Should I stop?”

Sunshine shook her head. “No. Keep going.” Her breathy voice made Sebastian week in the knees but he obliged her.

The Slytherin boy let out a breath of relief before returning his focus to burying his length in her cunt. Pushing the rest in as gently as he could to minimize her discomfort, he nearly unloaded right then, seeing how his cock disappeared inside her. She let out a small sigh of contentment as their hips met and he filled her so perfectly.

“Is this okay, Darling?” Sebastian asked, leaning forward, holding her hips in place. He really wished he would just shut up and ravish her already. He barely held back long enough to get her answer. She was just so tight around him... so warm. Her greedy cunt sucked him in with such desperation he could’ve laughed.

“Yes.” she whispered resolutely. Eager eyes followed Sebastian’s movements as he pulled out halfway before easing his cock back in. He repeated that, moving as slowly as he could stand, earning low hums of approval from the girl beneath him.

His hands left trails of fire on her skin as they roamed her body. One hand moved to caress her thigh and his other hand indulged in her breasts, squeezing and groping the supple flesh. His hips rolled, the new motion had Sunshine squirming as his cock stroked against her G-spot. After hearing her pleased whimpers, Sebastian couldn’t restrain himself any more. He pulled out almost all the way and before Sunshine could utter a word, he slammed into her.

Sunshine’s back arched and her head lolled back on the arm of the couch. Her mouth hung agape as a string of mewls fell from her lips. When she finally gathered the energy to open her eyes, she found Sebastian staring down at her with half-lidded eyes that closed in bliss with every thrust, and a pussy-drunk smile.

The sound of skin slapping alongside a chorus of grunts and moans echoed through the Undercroft, rebounding the symphonies of their pleasure. Sebastian pushed her thigh up until it pressed against her breast, the new position granting deeper access and his head kissed her cervix.

The familiar knot of upcoming ecstasy wound itself as Sunshine rolled her hips up to meet his. Her hands strained against their restraints and she whined, wanting to touch him too. Noticing her nonverbal request, he made quick work of the tie and dropped it to the floor. As he expected, her arms wrapped around him and clawed at his back, desperate for something sturdy to hold as she spun in a whirlwind of pleasure.

He dragged his hand over her skin, feeling every dip and curve, until it made contact with her clit. She sucked in a harsh breath at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Sebastian groaned, his cock throbbing as her walls squeezed around him. She called out his name and he responded in kind by rubbing a firm circle on her clit. It was electric and her body twitched as he kept teasing the bundle of nerves.

Hearing his name fall from her lips so perfectly, over and over, made him dizzy with desire. He snapped his hips into her and earned such pretty sounds from the girl beneath him. Sebastian let her leg fall from his shoulder to wrap around his middle while he kept abusing her clit. She tugged at his hair, begging him to go faster.

He obliged her request and increased his speed, in tandem with his breath. Sunshine babbled nonsense, her brain turned to mush with her second orgasm peaking around the corner. The only coherent word that fell from her lips was his name. And the only thought in her head was him.

Sunshine’s whole body tensed in his grasp and her mouth hung agape as he coaxed her closer to her orgasm. But it was only when he leaned down and bit down on her shoulder did she fall over the edge and plunge into pleasure. Her walls fluttered around him and he fucked her through her orgasm. His slow pace eased her back to reality. But before she was fully back, Sebastian sped up and slammed into her, sending her head spinning and body buzzing with overstimulation.

Chasing his own high, Sebastian sped up even more, his thrusts getting sloppier until his hips stuttered. He threw his head back and let out a guttural moan as he shot his load into her as deep as it would go. He pulled out a little bit, only to slam back in and shooting the rest of his seed.

What was previously a symphony of moans and tell-tale sounds of sex, was now just the lulling of their heavy breaths mixing with the cool air of the chamber.

Before Sebastian could pull out fully, Sunshine stopped him with a tug on his hair. He looked up at her, chest rising and falling.

“Can we just stay like this for a bit?” She asked softly, refusing to meet his gaze.

“You like my cock inside you that much, Princess?” He chuckled with a knowing smile. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks blazed. Sebastian winked cheekily and she only scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“And so what if I do?” She frowned at him but her legs squeezed him closer to her, locking him in place.

He chuckled and leaned forward to press open mouthed kisses along her neck and jawline, relishing the sounds she granted him. Locking eyes with her again, Sebastian gazed into her soul, into her very existence. And she gazed back.

The two laid there together for a long time. First in comfortable silence, then chatting and laughing. Eventually, they agreed that it may be suspicious how long they’ve been away. They had almost surely missed curfew.

Sebastian pulled out slowly and let out a shaky breath. He watched with a proud smile as his sperm leaked from her messy hole. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before standing. He slipped on his boxers then found his wand discarded on the floor. He cast the cleaning charm and frowned slightly as his sperm was sucked up into the tip of his wand.

“Why don’t we just stay here tonight? It’d probably be safer than trying to get back to our common rooms so late.” Sunshine suggested sleepily, a yawn trailing after her words.

“If you insist, love,” Sebastian kissed her forehead again before transfiguring the couch into a king sized, four poster bed.

“Impressive~” Sunshine cooed teasingly as Sebastian climbed in next to her. Despite his rolled eyes, a grin tugged at his lips.

“I am quite impressive, aren’t I?” He wrapped a loose arm around her waist as their legs tangled together. She let out a soft hum, too tired to even attempt a response. Soon, sleep had overtaken her. Sebastian pressed a long kiss to the crown of her head before following her to land of dreams.

[xoxonxo]

can anyone let me know if they’d actually read this?? i just started to write and i didn’t want to actually get into this entire fic if no one liked it. i only put a snippet 😭 pls be honest and constructive criticism is appreciated!

i also have a version that only uses you instead of Y/N.

Sebastian Sallow x Female Reader

AU- MC is from the Americas, but Hogwarts was the only wizarding school to admit her.

He Says I’m So American! (oh god i’m gonna marry him..)

From the moment Y/N met Sebastian at Hogwarts, he’d make fun of her ‘silly’ accent. He’d playfully critique the way she pronounce her ‘R’s, as well as her ‘T’s and ‘D’s. Or the different ways she’d stress her vowels and sentences, completely different from how the British did. Y/N found it odd, yet it was something that never failed to make her giggle after a long day of fighting spiders in caves and brewing potions with Weasley.

Y/N’s delicate fingers flipped through the pages of her Charms book, the residue of dust still left on her fingers. Catching up with material after material never seemed to end, and most of the time her life seemed to be composed of things outside of the Hogwarts grounds. Tasks seemed to pour at Hogwarts, even if they were as simple as growing some Fluxweed. She breathed out heavily, the strands of hair framing her face blowing upwards in her frustration. Footsteps trudged their way towards her, the wooden floorboard creaking less the closer they approached.

“Imelda, have you done the charms work? I-“, you turned around to face someone who was definitively not Imelda. It was Sebastian.

“How many times have I told you to not come in the girl dormitories without telling me first!” Y/N’s lips pursed, and her foot tapped, matching with the steady rhythm of the clock in the dorm. Sebastian grinned from ear to ear.

“Fine! I’ll just come in with an Invisibility Potion next time.” She chucked her book at him, flustered from his comment. She turned her back towards him, mumbling swears under her own breath, awfully annoyed with his current unwanted presence.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll leave. But hurry down to the Quidditch Field, we want to play a quick game and Imelda is too busy training for her next race.” Y/N tilted her head to the right, glancing over at Sebastian, and tugged at her bottom lip. Her eyes caught the leather book that had just been tossed on the floor, her head simply imagining how frustrated Professor Weasley would be when she found out that she failed to complete another assignment in the required amount of time given by her other professors. Her eyes darted back to Sebastian, defeated, she decided to take in a deep breath and complied.

“Fine. But you owe me two Butterbeers and the answers to these ridiculous questions.”

She pointed at the charms book, “And you must shake your hand on it!” Sebastian complied, raising out his hand, grasping Y/N’s and hastily moving it up and down.

“You Americans and your ridiculous agreements. I’ll never get used to it.”

if you guys do like it, i’ll post it on ao3

[heidi891]

Sebastian Sallow: Evil or Innocent?

I’ve seen people expressing two discrepant opinions: either Sebastian has been manipulative from the beginning and deserves to be sent to Azkaban or he’s just a victim of his difficult circumstances. I don’t agree with either of these.

Firstly, there’s some truth in the statement that his circumstances are difficult. His uncle was abusive to some extent, though I wouldn’t paint him as malicious. He most likely had PTSD, he had no experience nor support in raising children, there were no education nor therapy available. Yet he had to deal with a wayward teenager and the only way Solomon knew was “tough love”. Unsuprisingly, he ended up hurting his nephew.

Sebastian—like Harry Potter—ended up distrusting adults and looking for solutions to his problems on his own. His loneliness and lack of support (a few classmates don’t constitute appropriate support) led him to feel more desperate about Anne’s condition since he saw her as his only true family. This also led him to research the Dark Arts in hope to find a cure.

I don’t think he’s been manipulative. I think he’s never had the greatest social skills to begin with as he’s had to deal with emotional abuse and lack of proper support for most of his life. He was more likeable in the beginning, then his desperation kept growing, as was his infatuation with the Dark Arts.

I suspect the relic was influencing him negatively, amplifying his desperation and anger, making him more reckless and aggressive. For example, when we encountered goblins near Isadora’s house, he had some normal reaction, while later, after finding the relic, he became hateful. During the In the Shadow of the Relic quest Ominis comments that Sebastian is behaving strangely, not like himself. Of course, it might be just a sign of his further corruption, but the relic’s influence might also be a factor.

However, if that is the case, then Solomon was probably affected by the relic too, since he was the one who destroyed it. That might’ve made him more aggressive too and led to that unfortunate duel in the catacomb.

Sebastian’s situation is sad. But he has commited a murder. Solomon is dead and is not coming back.

I refused to learn the Unforgivable Curses and chose to oppose every stupid idea that Sebastian came up with. Unfortunately, the game didn’t give me much to choose, my character ended up saying “Not sure, but let’s do this” every single time. It made her complicit in his actions to some extent and made the final choice more difficult. However, if the murder was ever found out, my character could be found guilty too for hiding the crime. Sebastian isn’t her close family, he’s just a friend she’s known for a few months. Is he worth risking going to Azkaban for?

Some people claim Sebastian is remorseful afterwards and I’m not convinced (including his reaction when he’s not turned in). He’s clearly upset and overwhelmed by what’s happened. But is that true remorse? Does he understand his grave mistakes? Does he want to atone for his crime? There’s too little information in my opinion. Can he get better afterwards? Well, he’s still alone. He’s more alone than ever since Anne has cut contact with him. He’s got only Ominis and the main character. And how has it worked out so far? They were faintly protesting, but kept enabling Sebastian. Why should it change now? And Anne is still dying, so Sebastian may find another Dark artifact, claiming it’s the last time.

Last but not least, Sebastian keeps ignoring Anne’s wishes. He’s focusing on his pain and loss, he’s not there for her.

While, as I’ve said, I don’t view him as evil and manipulative, I also don’t see him as innocent and justified. He’s emotionally unstable but also very gifted which together with his lack of strong moral beliefs make him dangerous.

Azkaban is a terrible choice. Enabling him further is a terrible choice too.

I imagine my character has some influencial family in the Wizengamot and IF Sebastian is really remorseful, he’ll end up like Hagrid—expelled but free.

[ppomumgranatum]

forgotten legacy. [chapter 1]

available on Ao3

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

tags: multi-chapter, Auror Sebastian, drama, romance, murders, major character death, original female character, possible 🔞 in upcoming chapters. (more tags on Ao3)

word count: 4.8k

Summary: Eleven years after Ranrok’s goblin rebellion, Sebastian Sallow, now an Auror, finds himself neck-deep in a string of unsolved murders. Things get personal when the trail leads him to Aderyn Pembroke, his old flame and Keeper of ancient magic. Forced to work together, the former lovebirds have to decide just how far they're willing to sacrifice for the world they both swore to protect.

RUTH SINGER MURDERED: AURORS LAGGING BEHIND By: Cressida Bloom, Special Correspondent  The wizarding world has been left reeling after the brutal murder of Ruth Singer, Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol. Singer was found dead in her own house after she failed to report to work. The identity of the perpetrator remains unknown, adding to the growing list of unsolved murders that have cast a dark shadow over the wizarding world in recent month. This latest tragedy follows the shocking murders of an Astronomer Amit Thakkar, and a fellow Officer, Natsai Onai just a few weeks prior. Speculation is mounting that the recent string of murders may be the work of dark wizards, as troubling evidence emerges from the investigations. Traces of Unforgivable curses have been found in the bodies of the victims, including Ruth Singer. This revelation has intensified fears within the wizarding community and raised concerns about a possible resurgence of dark forces targeting prominent figures within the wizarding world. This string of unsolved murders has sparked criticism of the Auror Office, which has so far failed to make any significant progress in identifying or apprehending the killers. Despite their reputation as the wizarding world's elite dark wizard catchers, the Aurors seem to be lagging in providing answers or bringing justice to the grieving families and colleagues of the victims.

Sebastian scoffed as he aggressively folded the newspaper and slammed it into his bin. He shook his head at the outrageous news— Aurors Lagging Behind? The once-respected Daily Prophet had clearly lost its way since the change in their Editor in Chief– whoever the fuck they are now. Sebastian couldn’t care less. Instead of quality journalism, it seemed their sole mission was to criticise the Ministry at every turn. 

The first murder was just two weeks ago. Amit’s assistant found his body in his office when she came in the morning. The perpetrator appeared to be searching for something in his possession as things were scattered about. Despite the obvious signs of a struggle and the apparent motive to find something specific, there was frustratingly too little of something.

Just one week after, Natty was found at her home. The scene was messier. Jer wand was found next to her hand, and scorch marks marred the walls of her living room— evidence that she put up a fight before her life was brutally taken.

And just yesterday, Ruth Singer was claimed as the latest victim.

These unsolved cases had been haunting him every second of every day. The lives of three people he knew were taken. The only consistent thread between these murders was the state of the crime scenes and the traces of Unforgivables found on each victim. But other than that, the lack of evidence and motives made it almost impossible for him to walk into anything promising.

As the lead Auror in this case, it made him truly want to quit his job. With the press and the public breathing down his neck, demanding more answers, surely didn’t make anything easier either.

Sebastian sat slumped in his chair while the office bustled around him with the sound of typewriters and chatter. Another day of dead ends and unanswered questions had left him feeling drained.

Lost in his own frustrations, he was suddenly brought back to reality by someone sitting on the chair beside his desk. He looked up to see Andrew, his partner, just came back from Singer’s estate.

“Anything new?” Sebastian asked, though he wasn't holding his breath for a miracle.

Andrew’s eyes were reflecting the same frustration Sebastian felt. "Just more questions." He leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply. "The traces of Unforgivables are undeniable but it still doesn’t lead us to who did it.”

Sebastian noticed how the blonde was looking equally worn out. His usual charming demeanour was looking rather dishevelled. Andrew is his trusted partner, any weighing cases Sebastian is bearing on his shoulder, Andrew would share the same amount.

“I’ve met with some of the patrol officers to ask if Singer and Onai might have been tangling in a case together that could lead to this, but nothing peculiar.” Andrew continued his report, “None of their past nor on-going cases are related to Amit either.”

At this rate, Sebastian was just collecting frustrations like they were chocolate frog cards. Every lead they followed seemed to evaporate into thin air, leaving them with nothing but the same nagging questions. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the headache that had been his constant companion for days now.

"Well, their deaths must be connected somehow. It has to be." Sebastian repeated, more to convince himself than Andrew. He looked at the photographs of the victims pinned on the evidence board, each face staring back at him, demanding justice, “It’s too convenient of a coincidence that two of our former classmates and her boss were murdered in just the span of weeks.” 

Meanwhile, Andrew's gaze fell upon Sebastian's bin, where the slightly crumpled newspaper lay discarded. With a curious tilt of his head, he reached down and plucked it from the pile. His furrows formed on his forehead as he scanned the front-page article.

“This is fucking bullocks. Are they writing comedy now?” He shook his head as he scanned the article further.

“Utter rubbish is what that is. You should’ve kept it where it belongs.” Sebastian replied with irritation crippling into his voice, “Stirring up panic and public doubt as if this case isn’t dreadful enough without the pressure.” His words dripped with exasperation as he watched Andrew toss the newspaper back into the bin, “Anything else?”

“Oh.” Andrew exclaimed like he just remembered something, “We found one thing.” He rummaged through his suit pocket and put an evidence bag on Sebastian’s desk, “Before I take this down to evidence— maybe you know something about it.”

Inside it was a small item, a crest– a maroon shield with a gold letter R in the middle. The shield is decorated with two crossed quills and a thistle, and he’s seen this before, “This.. this is the Rookwood family crest.”

“You mean the same Rookwood that wanted to attack Hogwarts eleven years ago?” Andrew asked, just as puzzled, “I thought their leader died?”

“He did.” Furrows etched across Sebastian’s face.

His mind raced with questions as he pondered the potential connection of current incidents to the Rookwood family. The possibilities seemed to be far-fetched because their organisation was destroyed not long after Victor Rookwood was dead. But then again this was the only solid evidence they have come across so far.

“The Rookwoods are known for their dark connections. If they're behind these murders.."

"It could explain the traces of Unforgivable curses.” Sebastian found the end of Andrew’s sentence.

"But why now? What could they possibly gain from killing an astronomer, a patrol officer, and the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol?" The blonde remained sceptical.

"It could be a power play? Or maybe they're after something specific that each of these victims had access to.”

Andrew was quiet for a moment before he continued, “Didn’t Natty get involved with the Rookwood Gang back in school days? And if I remember correctly, Singer was an active officer in that case. Could that be it?”

“But we’re still missing Amit’s involvement.” With a sigh, Sebastian realised that answers wouldn't come easily. If there was any lead to be found, he knew Andrew was the one who could help him with it, “Larson, find what you can on Victor Rookwood. Any living relatives, offsprings, address, whatever it is I want everything.”

Andrew nodded, “On it.”

Sebastian watched as Andrew briskly made his way to his desk and his mind already calculating the best approach to the task. Sebastian poured over mountains of case files and reports over the last eleven years on Rookwood’s organisation, trying to find any link to the murder case. 

Minutes turned into hours and his hair was tousled while countless cups of coffee had been devoured to keep him focused. There was practically nothing. No new activity, no fresh reports— they’d gone dormant for years.

Times ticked by and Andrew finally returned to his desk with his result, “Okay, there wasn’t much on our record about the family apart from their obvious criminal ring. Eleven years ago, most of the Rookwoods seemed to flee the country to avoid being connected to it but one– Agnes Barebone, née Rookwood. She was Victor’s aunt.”

Andrew handed a file containing Agnes Barebone’s information. There wasn’t much, though.

“Before settling down, she was reportedly the financial advisor for Rookwood's organisation during Victor’s father's reign until she married an American pharmacist, Oliver Barebone, and changed her last name. They settled down here and she's been under the radar ever since. They both died a year ago in a car accident but they still have an address in London.” Andrew pointed to the information stated on the paper, “The estate now belongs to their twenty-six-year-old son, Leopold.”

Sebastian quickly wrote down the address on his notes and kept it back in his pocket. He gave a pat on Andrew’s shoulder as he stood up to put on his coat, “Great job, mate.”

“Do you need backup?” He asked, referring to himself.

“No.” Sebastian fixed the collar on his shirt and then coat, “You keep on looking for any links between the murders and Rookwood. I’ll be fine.”

“Be careful.”

Sebastian gave Andrew a nod before disapparating from the office.

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When Sebastian apparated back into the street a block away from the estate, he was greeted by the steady patter of raindrops. A curse escaped his lips as he felt the chill of the rain seeping into his clothes. With a resigned sigh, he retrieved the note containing the address from his pocket and set off down the street.

Jogging through the rain-soaked pavement, Sebastian scanned the area, eyes darting from one house to the next in search of the address. His clothes were slightly drenched and his vision was obscured. So he quickened his pace, desperate to get out of the rain.

When he reached, the house was quiet and shrouded in darkness. At first, he assumed nobody would be home, but when he spotted a small crack in the front door, he knew someone had either recently left or entered.

Cautiously, he moved forward, drawing his wand from his pocket and cast Lumos. His senses were on high alert as he checked every corner for signs of life, listening intently for any sound that might indicate someone’s presence.

The house looked well-maintained. The furniture was polished, and the floors were clean, Leopold must’ve been living there. Despite the general upkeep, some areas appeared quite messy. Drawers were left open, books were scattered across the floor, and papers were strewn about. 

It reminded him exactly of the three crime scenes.

He moved deeper into the house and stumbled into a room that appeared to be a study. The first thing he noticed was the big paper of a floor plan pinned to the wall.  He could notice it from anywhere— it’s Hogwarts. The map was meticulously drawn, with intricate markings pointing to secret passages, hidden rooms, and other notable features of the castle.

On a large desk beneath the map, there were numerous documents and notes. Among them, Sebastian found information on Ranrok and his loyalists. Most of them were information regarding their agenda in 1890. 

Sebastian took a moment to mentally catalogue everything he had come across so far. So Leopold or someone had been here and digging up information about his family's involvement with Ranrok. Was he possibly looking for something related to Hogwarts? But where had he gone, and what was he seeking?

Speculating could only lead him nowhere, he needed to look for something more— something that would bring the pieces of the puzzle together. But his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of wood creaking just outside the room. His senses sharpened, and he proceeded slowly toward the source of the noise.

As he stepped into the hallway, a figure flickered in the corner of his eye. Instinct kicked in—Sebastian drew his wand and aimed it straight at the person, ready to stop them from bolting. “Don’t even think about it!” he ordered, “Turn around. Slowly.”

The figure hesitated but eventually turned. The dim glow of Sebastian’s wand revealed their face, and his heart nearly stopped when he realised who it was.

“Aderyn?” he whispered, disbelief and a myriad of emotions flooding his voice and demeanour.

It was Aderyn Pembroke.

The hero of Hogwarts— and more importantly, his ex-girlfriend.

Sebastian had been prepared for anything—dark wizards lying in wait, the bodies of another unfortunate victims, clues to lead him deeper into the tangled web of dark magic— he was ready to confront any danger head-on and the last thing he expected was to find was his ex-girlfriend.

In that instant, everything seemed irrelevant. The case, the danger, the unanswered questions, all of it was overshadowed by the unexpected presence of someone he never thought he'd see again.

She was present at a site filled with a treasure of evidence the Ministry had been dying to come across for weeks. Being ever the good authority, Sebastian had no choice but to detain her for questioning.

Sebastian took his shot in sixth-year. He remembered how nervous he was, mostly because he was holding so much pent-up emotions for the past year since Aderyn arrived at Hogwarts. He didn't want to hope, but when she laughed and told him that it took him long enough, he was relieved. Life felt like a fairy-tale, but happily ever after only lasted five years before she decided to end things, leaving Sebastian to piece together a life without her.

And that was five years ago.

“We found this on her coat.” Andrew snapped Sebastian out of his haze and placed a folder on his desk.

Sebastian opened the folder, revealing a series of documents that immediately caught his attention. There in black and white, were detailed records of suspicious transactions and clandestine meetings over the past year in Victor Rookwood’s name.

The records showed Rookwood’s name cropping up repeatedly, involved in secretive dealings that seemed to be supporting dark magic operations. Each entry was meticulously documented, indicating a pattern of activity that pointed to a significant and covert presence in the dark magic underground. 

“These are all dated after Victor Rookwood’s death. Whoever did this must have used his name and reputation to fund and gather men for some dark magic op. The Rookwoods are definitely in on this, and somehow your friend is, too.” Andrew reminded him of the bitter potential, "Are you sure you don't want me to handle this?" He offered after noticing Sebastian’s distracted look.

Sebastian flipped the pages and there were reports on the murder victims. Each report contained personal information, their known associates, and recent activities. 

Sebastian shook his head, "I'm good. I just need a moment," he replied. Though he was grateful for his partner’s concern.

Sebastian took a deep breath, pushing himself up from his chair and heading toward the interrogation room. He stopped just outside the door, peeking in through the small window. Aderyn sat there, hands bound, her hair a wet mess from the rain, and a blanket draped over her shoulders—probably the only bit of comfort the staff bothered to offer her. She looked exhausted like she’d been caught in the middle of a storm in more ways than one. But still beautiful as ever.

Seeing her like this—rumpled, vulnerable—hit him harder than he expected. It was a far cry from the woman he used to know, the one he once cared about more than anything. It felt strange, almost unreal that after five years of no contact and she became a criminal with accusations hanging over her head. 

Yet there she was, sitting in the cold impersonal room waiting to be questioned.

Sebastian walked in, closing the door behind him. Without saying a word, he pulled out the chair and sat down across from her, trying to keep his expression neutral even though a thousand questions were running through his mind. 

“Ms. Pembroke, would you care to explain why you were at the Barebone’s estate?” He kept his tone light, trying to ease into the questioning without coming off too harsh. When there was no immediate answer, Sebastian repeated his question with a firmer tone, “Ms. Pembroke, what were you doing at the Barebone’s estate?”

Instead of a straight answer, Aderyn’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “You cleaned up good.” She was dodging his questions on purpose, and he didn’t like it one bit.

“Ms. Pembroke, please answer my question.” He tried to keep the irritation out of his voice. But Aderyn’s eyes flicked over him again, taking in his appearance like she was sizing him up.

“And you’ve been working out.” her gaze tracing the lines of his broad shoulders, lingering on the rolled-up sleeves that showed off his muscular, veiny forearms. “Looks like those Auror training sessions really paid off.”

Sebastian's jaw clenched as he was firmly holding his gaze trying not to show any hint of vulnerability, “Answer my question.”

“You don’t have to assert your power over me, Sebastian. I’m not one of your criminals.” She snarked. Sebastian used to find it charming, but in this moment it was kind of annoying especially when he just wanted to get this job over with.

“That’s up for debate.” He shot back coldly,  Sebastian sifted through the layers of documents he was carrying and unfolded the part regarding transactions and meetings under Victor Rookwood’s name. He flipped and slid it across the table towards Aderyn, “What’s this, then?”

She didn’t even bother to look at the file in front of her, “Abnormality.”

“Victor Rookwood’s dead.”

“Hence, the abnormality.”

Sebastian's frustration mounted at her nonchalant response. "Well, you must know something because it led you there.”

Aderyn remained silent, her eyes fixed on Sebastian’s. The tension in the room thickened while Sebastian’s patience was wearing thin.

“This isn’t a game. People have died.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

“Then why are you at the Barebone’s?”

“I’m innocent.”

“You’ve been avoiding my questions and you expect me to believe that you are innocent?” Truly, he was on the brink of losing his poise. He’d forgotten how stubborn she could be, "I think you are with the Rookwood gang.”

Aderyn’s expression hardened at the indictment, "That's outrageous. I  was against Rookwood. I protected Wizardkind from a war that could’ve been the end of us. You think I’d turn my back on the very people we bled for? You bloody know me better than that." 

“Well, I used to. But that was years ago—how can I possibly know who you are now when I haven’t seen you in five years?”

Sebastian was clearly losing grasp of his grit and grace for making it sound so personal. Years of training— painful training was in vain. He’s a damn Auror for Merlin’s sake, perhaps the best of his generation, but one woman showed up and he was on the brink of falling apart. 

With a deep breath, he steeled himself and went back on the offensive, his tone colder, and more focused this time, “Where were you the night Amit, Natty and Ruth Singer were murdered?"

Her eyes flickered for a moment but she managed to mask it quickly, “I was at home.” 

“Is there anyone who can confirm your alibi?”

She hesitated, “No.”

Sebastian’s expression hardened, and he leaned back, crossing his arms, “Well that’s convenient, isn’t it?” He didn’t even try to hide the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“I didn’t do it.” She sounded genuine. 

“Well then let me repeat my first question, what were you doing at the Barebone’s?” His tone grew icier with each word and it was a sight of Sebastian she never witnessed before.

“I am not with Rookwood, Sebastian.” Her voice grew strained.

“So you were just trespassing on a private property?”

“No, that’s not—”

“Or were you just busted on a crime scene trying to cover up the murders you’ve committed?”

Aderyn slammed her fist on the table, “How dare you.” She seethed,  “Natty was my friend.”

Not a single muscle in Sebastian’s body flinched at her outburst. He noticed the way her hand trembled slightly. There was fire in her eyes, a mix of anger and something else—something that bordered on desperation. But Sebastian couldn’t afford to let himself be swayed by it. Not now.

Sebastian leaned forward, “Then act like it. Stop hiding behind half-truths and start giving me answers.”

Then Aderyn fell silent. Her initial tense and rigid shoulder slowly relaxed as she leaned back on her chair. A heavy sigh escaped her lip and her defiance melted away.

And Gods, those looks in her eyes— suddenly he couldn’t believe his own bitter accusations that he’d been bluntly throwing at her. Every tension and anger fell away and all he could see was the woman he once cared for so deeply.

Never once in his life had he seen himself playing bad cop with Aderyn.

"Look," Sebastian's voice was soft, almost like he was pleading, “If you really aren’t a part of this you’ve got to stop fighting me and tell me what you know so I can help you.”

She was quiet, but he could see the wheels turning in her mind, the way she bit her lip, the way her fingers fidgeted—he remembered every subtle tell.

“Aderyn,” He said softly, “Let me help you.”

She took a deep breath, her shoulders slumping as if the weight of it all was finally too much to bear on her own. 

“About three days after Amit’s death I was stopped by two men demanding me to follow them if I want to prevent another friend from dying.” She began.

“What happened after that?”

“They blasted the Killing Curse on me when I refused.” She continued, “I bested them but there was no way of identifying who they were. I’ve had some help to trace their wands. But they’re untraceable. Possibly illegal modifications or some cursed enchantments.”

Sebastian frowned, the pieces of the puzzle still not fitting together. “Did they say anything? Give any clues as to why they targeted you?”

“No, but I knew immediately that they were talking about Amit. I just couldn’t figure out what they wanted. And only a week after that—” Aderyn swallowed the lump that seemed to be growing in her throat, “Natty happened. From there, I began to speculate and took my shot at Rookwood. I reached out to my contact to look deeper into their family background. By the time I found out about the only Rookwood known to be living here in Britain I was too late and Ruth Singer was murdered.”

“So their deaths are in fact related?” Sebastian asked and Aderyn nodded, “How?”

“Do you remember in the fifth year when I told you about how Natty and I took down Victor Rookwood’s right-hand man?”

“Theophilus Harlow.” He nodded, “Andrew guessed it. And he mentioned that Singer was the Patrol Officer on duty around Hogwarts at that time.”

“Correct.”

“What about Amit?”

“He helped me infiltrate a Goblin lair and translated schematics that revealed the drill Ranrok and his loyalists were constructing.”

“So what? This is some payback act for destroying his family’s plan years ago?”

“It’s not just a payback, Sebastian. I was at that house for the same reason you did, looking for Leopold Barebone. There was a detailed map of Hogwarts, revealing every corner and every room of every floor. He’s looking for something and I think I know what it is.” Aderyn opened up her palm when suddenly a brown wand with golden and translucent blue crystal spirals along its length began to appear on her hand. She took a moment to grasp it, feeling its weight, and stroked it gently with her thumb before placing it on the table with care. 

Sebastian knew exactly what it was. “The Keepers’ wand.”

“I think he wants to take the repository– to finish what Victor Rookwood couldn’t.” Aderyn confirmed with a solemn nod, “He must’ve been tracking down anyone who might know how to gain access to it.”

“But if he’s after you too, how come there aren’t any reports about you in his file?” Sebastian asked, eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of everything. “If Barebone’s tracking down everyone connected to the repository, you’d be at the top of that list. So why is your name missing?”

“I truly don’t know. But you have to believe me, Sebastian. I am not with Rookwood.”

Sebastian studied her, searching her face for any sign of deceit. Her eyes met his but beneath that brave front, he could tell she was scared—scared of what Leopold was capable of, scared of being misunderstood, and scared that Sebastian, of all people, wouldn’t believe her. There was a raw honesty in her words, a desperate plea for him to trust her.

“And if he’s digging into connection to the repository, then your life is in as much danger as I am.” Her voice softened, “I told you everything back then—every detail, every secret the Keepers left behind. You know as much as I do. It’ll be just a matter of time before he tracks down everyone connected to me and the repository.”

Sebastian’s jaw tightened, memories of their fifth year flashing before him— the battles, the secrets they uncovered, the sacrifices they made.

“Who else knows about it?” He flipped open his pad and began taking notes.

“The Ministry shouldn’t be a problem,” Aderyn said,  “We kept everything out of the public record. The secrecy the Keepers maintained for centuries, we carried on. The official reports were scrubbed clean of any mention of the repository.”

Sebastian nodded, still scribbling in his pad. “And outside the Ministry?”

“There’s Poppy—she and I worked together to disrupt Rookwood’s poaching operation.”

“Where is she now?” His quill paused, hovering over the paper.

“Her latest letter came to me just last week. She’s heading to Arizona, studying Thunderbirds,” At least one name will be far from danger for a moment.

“Who else?”

“The professors—Sharp, Onai, Ronen, Hecat, and Weasley. They’re all aware of the location.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “And Ominis. I told him everything, too."

“What about your contacts?” He asked.

“They should be fine. I never give away the important details.”

“I still need their names, Aderyn” He pressed, “Whoever helped you track down the wands and Rookwood’s background— They clearly know a lot.”

“They’re fine, Sebastian.” She insisted, “Trust me. They’re not a threat nor are they in danger.”

“Aderyn—”

“Please.” She pleaded with that same desperate look, “You have to trust me.”

Sebastian sighed heavily, “I am taking a big leap here with you.”

“I know.” She replied softly, “That’s all I’m asking.”

Sebastian leaned back and stared at the ink that wrote the list of all the familiar names.

For weeks, he’d been chasing leads, only to find himself circling back to the same empty conclusions. And like some sick twisted game that life is playing on him, somehow his ex-girlfriend had to be the one bearing the pieces of the puzzle he's been trying to solve.

Every name on that list was more than just ink on paper— they’re friends, mentors, and allies who had fought to protect the wizarding world. His stomach churned at what's at stake. He could feel the weight of responsibility settling onto his shoulders and it left a queasy knot in his stomach that made his head swim. It was up to him to bring everyone together and put an end to this once and for all, and the pressure of it all was almost suffocating.

He needed a moment to think, but every second was slipping away faster than he could grasp. As he exited the room, Andrew anxiously stood waiting. Sebastian wished he could spare him the truth, keep him out of harm’s way. Dragging him in meant putting another name on the list. But there was no avoiding it now, this was the life they’d signed up for, and there was no turning back.

“Do you trust her?” Andrew asked.

There was no immediate answer. But Sebastian's hesitation didn't come from a place of doubt. If anything, he trusted every word that came out of her mouth and it bemused him. After all the years of being apart—years spent trying to bury the pain and erase the memory of the night she walked out of his life—he still trusted her.

“With my life.” He replied.

[orqheuss]

Sebastian Sallow has asthma. I will not be taking criticism at this time.

[sebastiansallcw]

Hi! Could I request an Ominis fic where you’re his date for the Yule ball? Absolutely no pressure by the way <3

an: obviously this is my first request for ominis, let alone in general. i hope this is okay and you enjoy. please feel free to send more or any advice to make it more ~Ominis~. thank you for requesting as well <3 wc: 1006 warnings: just fluff and sweetness

When Ominis asked Y/N to accompany him to the Yule Ball, she was taken aback and thrilled at the same time. Despite sharing classes and partnering up in potions and divination, she never considered that Ominis saw her as more than just a fellow student.

As the date of the event approached, Sebastian's teasing of Ominis intensified. Ominis tried to suppress his feelings for Y/N, aware of the endless ribbing he would receive from Sebastian and Anne. However, his crush on Y/N seemed to blossom from nowhere. One day, Y/N walked into class smelling of peppermint and that was when Ominis started to think of her more often.

Anytime he smelt peppermint, he instantly thought of her and what she would be doing. Maybe she was in the library with her friends, or adventuring out into Hogsmeade (he did overhear her gushing about a scarf at Gladrags).

Or maybe it was when her hand brushed against his as they both reached for a glass jar. He recoiled quickly, almost regretting his brash decision. She felt warm against his cool skin. She quickly muttered an apology before continuing with her craft. He noticed how sweet she was to him and patient, especially in rare cases his wand misguided him. 

Y/N admired his soft movements, maybe not soft, but every flick of his wand was executed with care and precision, as if each movement held a critical significance. He was intentional in his actions, avoiding any missteps or sloppiness in his spellwork. He knew she was staring the majority of the time, but he enjoyed being admired by someone. 

Ominis found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N. He couldn't shake the thought of her sweet scent, her smile that lit up the room, and her intelligence that left him in awe. He found himself eagerly anticipating their classes together and the conversations they shared. Sebastian teased Ominis that his cloudy days were clearing up–he didn’t seem so pessimistic anymore, or at least the days where he’d partner beside Y/N. 

Ominis leaned against the stone wall, waiting patiently for Y/N to arrive at the agreed-upon meeting spot. Ominis wore a sleek black ensemble accented with rich emerald green. The sound of students entering the ball echoed around him, filled with excitement and nervous energy. He could hear couples giggling as they linked arms, and the hushed whispers of others discussing the appearance of their fellow students. 

Sebastian stood by his friend's side, offering his support as they waited for Y/N's arrival. Despite his confidence in Y/N's character, he couldn't shake the nagging fear that she might not show up. He had heard rumors of cruel pranks being played on students during the Yule Ball, and he didn't want Ominis to be left standing alone. 

And then, she was there. Sebastian nudged Ominis, "If you could see her right now..."

"Don't even think about it, Sallow," Ominis replied, but Sebastian was already turning him to face her. He watched as she descended the stairs, her dress flowing behind her like a river of silk. The scent of peppermint filled the air, reminding Ominis of the first day he began to see her as more than just a classmate.

Y/N's smile lit up her face as she saw Ominis, and she waved to Sebastian before he gave Ominis a pat on the shoulder and disappeared inside. "You're looking quite handsome," she complimented. "But your tie, it's a bit crooked. Do you mind?" she asked, reaching out to straighten it.

Ominis couldn't help but feel the warmth of her touch, sending shivers down his spine. He felt like he was on cloud nine as she adjusted his tie, and he couldn't help but feel the close proximity between them made his heart race.

"There we go," she said with a grin, and Ominis could only nod in agreement. "Are you ready to go inside?" she asked.

"More than ever," he replied, and they made their way inside, hand in hand. The beginning of the dance was a little awkward, with their hands barely brushing against each other, but it felt intentional to Ominis. As Y/N nervously tapped her foot, he found himself reaching out to comfort her, squeezing her thigh.

Her cheeks flushed at his touch, and Ominis felt a rush of excitement. As more students began to dance, he stood up and held out his hand, inviting her to dance with him. They stepped onto the floor, and Ominis was lost in the moment. He relished the feeling of her hand in his, the texture of her dress, and the occasional squeeze she gave while they danced together. 

“Those dancing classes really helped me. I’m glad I’m not stepping on your feet.” She confessed. 

"I knew it," Ominis said, grinning. "You have such an elegant way of moving and a refined touch in everything you do. I'm not surprised that the dancing classes have helped you ."

He then added, "And don't worry about stepping on my feet. I trust your moves and I'm having a great time with you."

Y/N smiled, feeling a flutter in her stomach at his words. "Thank you, I try my best. I couldn't imagine making a fool of myself on the dance floor." she replied.

Y/N felt her cheeks flush with pride, grateful for the compliment. She smiled back at Ominis, and the two continued to dance, lost in the rhythm of the music and each other's company.

As they twirled on the dance floor, surrounded by the merrymaking of their classmates, they both felt a sense of blissful peace. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them, lost in each other's touch. 

Ominis leaned in, close enough that Y/N could feel his breath on her cheek. "I'm so glad you agreed to come with me tonight," he whispered.

"I'm glad too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Summary: Sebastian and Ominis cheer on a Hufflepuff MC

Pairings: Sebastian x f!reader x Ominis

A/N: Holy fucking shit this turned out so cute. I won’t be taking criticism at this or any time because I’m soft and I’ll cry. My first HL writing, hope you guys like! Special shoutout to @kirke-is-my-name for this fic idea! 

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Sebastian turned away from the mirror and looked Ominis over. Yellow really wasn’t his color, but today was about MC. 

“Well Omi, I think we’re ready. Do you think MC will be surprised we could get our hands on this much Hufflepuff gear so quickly?” He’d woken up this morning with the brilliant, at least to him, idea to wear MCs house colors to the quidditch game. 

“As usual, Sebastian, you’ve gone overboard in this ridiculous scheme to show everyone MC is your girl.” Ominis replied as the little badger painted on his cheek growled in his ear. “You do know that badgers eat snakes, right?”

Sebastian doubled over at the unintended innuendo “We certainly know this badger does!” 

Ominis couldn't help but smile, a blush spreading over his pale face,  remembering last nights activities in the Undercroft. “That she does.” 

“Alright, mate, get your head out of the Undercroft, we’re gonna miss the teams walk onto the field, during which I plan to make a complete fool of myself cheering our girl on.” Sebastian leaned in, landing a quick kiss on Ominis’ soft lips before dragging him out of the empty dorm. 

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MC landed her broom on the pitch, sweaty and screaming. Hufflepuff had won the match by fifty points, knocking Ravenclaw out of the running for the upcoming Quidditch Cup. Hearing a familiar voice over the shouting all around her, she turned to see Sebastian, clad in an obscene amount of yellow, running towards her, followed by an equally yellow clad Ominis. 

“MC YOU DID IT!!!” Sebastian screamed in your ear as he picked you up and spun around, laughing and covering you in kisses as he placed you back on the ground. You kiss him passionately, then turn and pull Ominis in for a tight hug. 

“You were incredible, darling” he says into your ear, quickly kissing your cheek before he can stop himself. The crowd draws him out of his boldness and he lets you go, taking a few steps back.

Sebastian throws an arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you to follow the crowd off the pitch. “I hope you don’t think it’ll be that easy of a match against Slytherin, MC. I certainly won’t be going easy on you because you’re my girlfriend.” 

You scoff and elbow him in the ribs. “Like I need you to!” 

He rubs his side, laughing, “No, but you might wish I did after we kick Hufflepuffs butts.”

You stop walking, letting your mouth twist up in pretend disgust, “Oh please, I could beat you with my eyes closed, Sallow!”

“Could not! I've been flying a hell of a lot longer than you, MC!” His voice begins to rise along with an angry flush of his skin.

You hardly hear Ominis grumble “Oh boy, here we go again” behind you, caught up as you are in fighting with Sebastian. 

“And yet, I play just as well as you do, Sebastian!”

“HEY!” Ominis shouts from behind you, the force of it shocking you both into silence. Ominis takes a few steps to stand in front of the pair of you, waiting until he hears the last of the straggling fans round the corner towards the castle. 

“You're both winners to me.” He pulls you both in for a couple deep kisses, a hand lingering on each of your faces. 

“Aw, Ominis, thank you.” You reach up and squeeze the hand on your cheek.

Sebastian does the same, giving him a small smile. “I hope you're still this sweet after I KICK MCs ASS!!!” 

Ominis lets out a frustrated scream, pulling his hands from yours, turns and starts making his way back to the castle, grinning as he hears you two resume your bickering. He couldn't wait to cheer for both of his loves. 

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Some HL characters & their MBTI types

(headcanons)

A/N: When I create an OC for my fanfics, I like to give them an MBTI profile (it's a fun way of exploring a fraction of the character's personality) and imagine those of characters from the fandom. So here are the ones I imagine for a few characters from Hogwarts Legacy. 💚

Obviously, these are just headcanons, you're free to have others. 😊

Sebastian Sallow

the Entertainer / the Performer

ESFP => Extraversion, Sensing, Feeling, Perception

Strengths: bold, original, creative, practical, observant, talkative, witty

Weaknesses: sensible, emotional, risky behavior, self-indulgence, they rarely bother with taking the time to lay out steps and consequences

Anne Sallow

The Aventurer or the Composer

ISFP => Introversion, Sensing, Feeling, Perception

Strengths: charming, sensitive of others, passionate, curious, bold, spontaneous

Weaknesses: fiercely independent, overly competitive, easily bored

A/N: In twins, one is often extraverted and the other introverted.

Solomon Sallow

the Executive or the Director

ESTJ => Extraversion, Sensing, Thinking, Judgment

Strengths: dedicated, strong-willed, direct, honest, loyal, patient, enjoy creating order

Weaknesses: inflexible, stubborn, judmental, difficulty to relax, difficulty to expressing emotion

Ominis Gaunt

the Logistician or the Inspector

ISTJ => Introversion, Sensing, Thinking, Judgment

Strengths: honest, direct, strong-willed, dutiful, responsible, calm, practical, enforce order

Weaknesses: stubborn, judgmental, often unreasonably blame themselves, Not intentionally harsh, but his direct honesty makes him hurtful

A/N: ESFP (Sebastian) and ISTJ work well as friends or lovers 💚

Garreth Weasley

the Debater or the Visionary

ENTP =>Extraversion, iNtuition, Thinking, Perception

Strengths: Knowledgeable, quick thinkers, original, bold, charismatic, energetic, sense of humour

Weaknesses: argumentative, can find it difficult to focus, likes to break the rules, incorrigible, stubborn

Natsai Onai

The Aventurer or the Composer

ISFP => Introversion, Sensing, Feeling, Perception

Strengths: charming, sensitive of others, passionate, curious, bold, spontaneous

Weaknesses: fiercely independent, overly competitive, easily bored

Leander Prewett

The Protagonist or the Teacher

ENFJ => Extraversion, iNtuition, Feeling, Judgment

Strengths: receptive, reliable, passionate, leader, persuasive

Weaknesses: unrealistic, condescending, intense, headstrong

Amit Thakkar

the Logician or the Architect

INTP => Introversion, iNtuition, Thinking, Perception

Strengths: Analytical, original, open-minded, curious, objective

Weaknesses: disconnected, may appear insensitive, dissatisfied, perfectionistic, incertainty

Poppy Sweeting

the Mediator or the Healer

INFP => Introversion, iNtuition, Feeling, Perception

Strengths: empathetic, generous, open-minded, creative, passionate, idealistic

Weaknesses: unrealistic, self-isolating, emotionally vulnerable, self-critical.

Mirabel Garlick

The Compainer or the Champion

ENFP => Extraversion, iNtuition, Feeling, Perception

Strengths: openhearted, open-minded, curious, perceptive, enthousiastic, festive, good-natured, strong social conscience

Weaknesses: hypersensitive, overemotional and approval-seeking, overly accommodating, overly optimistic, restless,

A/N: If I haven't thought about other MBTI profiles, it's simply because I haven't yet had any use for them in my fanworks.💚