#sebastian sallow hc

[radical-ghostface]

How I think the Hogwarts Legacy boys would kiss you

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Sebastian~

Ominis~

Garreth~

[ravenelyx]

MC: *angry, with their wand pointed at Sebastian* get on your knees.

Sebastian: *gets on his knees* *pulls a ring out*

[slytherinsprincesss]

**Sebastian accidentally sets fire to the undercroft**

MC: **Sees everything** Sebastian what in Merlin-

Sebastian: MC didn’t see you there. Listen please don’t tell Ominis. He’ll kill me.

Mc: Oh I won’t say anything.

Sebastian: Guessing by your tone you’re going to make me tell him aren’t you?

MC: Of course in extreme detail.

**Sebastian was banned from the undercroft for 2 weeks because of the incident**

(You can imagine Sebastian doing anything idiotic this is just what I imagined but it could be anything stupid honestly)

[hazyange1s]

Silly Little Sebastian Sallow HCs

I LOVE that I’ve seen so many headcanon posts recently because I devour all of them. Here’s me throwing in my two cents with a bunch of random tidbits I’ve sprinkled into my fic/writing 🖤

He’s almost always on time. Though he can be a bit disorganized when it comes to schoolwork (hard to keep track when you’re doing your own side projects too), punctuality is important. Literally attached at the hip to his pocket watch.

Speaking of the pocket watch, it was his father’s.

Takes both Ancient Studies and Ancient Runes as electives.

His amortentia smells like pine from Scotland’s forests, smoke (a la confringo), old books, and the candies he likes to snack on 24/7.

Following that, Sebastian is a huge foodie and loves to cook for his friends/family.

Favorite color is red (a rich, dark shade like maroon)

Has a big soft spot for nifflers.

Loves Shakespeare - Macbeth and A Midsummer Night’s Dream are his favorites

Really just loves all fictional literature; from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice to Dante’s Inferno and Homer’s the Iliad.

Chaser for Slytherin but isn’t the biggest Quidditch fan otherwise (he just enjoys the glory and excitement of a good competition)

Super stealthy. The only person who can (usually) catch him before he sneaks up on them is obviously Ominis.

Actually a fair dancer - he and Anne used to make up routines in their living room when they were little

Dances a good ceilidh, too. (kilt kilt kilt)

Born in Aranshire and traveled a lot in his youth, as his parents’ research demanded it.

Is terrified of the Black Lake after having an awkward run-in with the giant squid his first year…but loves to swim elsewhere

Secretly hates his freckles :( but overall, he’s fairly confident in his looks - without being cocky (man knows the effects he has on ~ the ladies ~ (and gents) he just doesn’t always understand it).

The scar on his lip is from Anne scratching him during a fight over a toy at age 6.

Not the most “traditional” guy, but he IS a hopeless romantic after giving him time to be comfortable showing it.

Loves starting ridiculous arguments with Ominis when he’s bored

^^ man needs CONSTANT stimulation

Birthday is October 24, 1874; he’s a Scorpio sun, aries moon, gemini rising

Might add onto this whenever the urge strikes 😇

[ellivenollivander]

Okay the more I think about it the less I can see Sebastian becoming an Auror

Not because he has a problem with authority, I think that’s just him being a 15 year old boy who’s stuck in a real shitty situation.

He’s just too morally grey to ever feel comfortable arresting someone and imprisoning them in a literal torture chamber if he didn’t believe they really deserved it.

Would not want to feel like he’s following in Solomon’s footsteps

The Trauma™️ along with feeling as though he needs to atone, he just wants to feel safe and calm.

The kid is a NERD. I feel like this aspect of him gets lost some in the fandom, he loves to learn and research and understand everything he can.

All of this being said, here are some careers I could see Sebastian enjoying:

Healer (this is my personal HC, and what I always imagine Sebastian going on to do). Think about all of the information he learned and retained in his search for a cure for Anne, and doing healing work would make him feel like he’s redeeming himself after Solomon and all the events after his fifth year.

Hit Wizard, this one is iffy for me but makes more sense to me than an Auror because he could pick and choose his cases based on his own idea of worthiness

Curse Breaker, the kid is smart and enjoys an intellectual challenge just as much as a physical one. This would also make sense again from all of the information he found when searching for a cure for Anne.

Professor and/or Researcher, again the kid loves to learn and understand and would love to eagerly share his knowledge. (Maybe even work in the Department of Mysteries?)

[sebastians-niffler]

Judge of Character | Sebastian Sallow x GN Hufflepuff

(REQUESTS ARE OPEN!)

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: none! absolute fluffy goodness for my first post on this page c:

Summary: When professor Howin assigns a task on caring of a niffler, Sebastian has a bit of a hard time. That is, until you give him the confidence he had hidden all along.

“Now, just gently tickle their belly: like this,” professor Howin demonstrated as her finger tips grazed over the nifflers stomach, earning a giggle from the creature. You slowly and gently let your fingertips graze the light brown patch that covered the creatures otherwise dark, chocolate brown colored fur. As your fingertips tickled the beast, it began to wriggle in delight as various coins and rubies began to slip out of their pouch. “Very well done! Ten points to Hufflepuff!” Professor Howin stood by your side as your niffler had sat back up to collect their shiny belongings and also managed to sneak your own personal bracelet clean off your wrist while you were smiling at the professor.

“Oh come on you bloody rat!” You heard a familiar voice shout from the table towards the kneazle pens. “I thought you were supposed to like this, why am I wasting my time with you,” frustrated grunts filled the air as the boy took the creature by its toes and hung it upside down. “Perhaps because you are torturing the poor thing, Sebastian” Ominis spoke up as he tried to stifle a snicker behind his hand. Ominis reached his hand out to feel around the table to cradle his niffler in one hand while he tucked his wand into his robe before gently tickling onto the creature's soft tuft of blue fur. “See?” The blonde boy smirked in Sebastian's general direction, earning a growl of jealousy in response. “You know, Sebastian, they say that creatures are a good judge of character.” Ominis started as he began to laugh through his words.

“Perhaps, you could assist your Slytherin friend with his niffler? I think he needs a more… gentle approach?” professor Howin raised her eyebrows as he forced herself to look away from the scene and back towards you. “Once you have taken care of that, you are free to spend the rest of class time as you’d please. I know you have been wanting to spend some more time with the new baby thestrals.” With a delighted smile and an eager nod in response, you thanked the professor before slowly stalking toward your friends. You gently place a hand on Ominis lower back so as to not startle him as you sneak up on Sebastian. “I thought I heard you struggling over here,” you began as you smiled through your words, placing a hand on Sebastian's shoulder. “Oh Merlin, finally, a voice of reason that Sebastian will actually listen to.” Ominis pressed his hands together in prayer as he lifted his head to the sky. “That bloody rat trusted the one that couldn’t even see it over me, the one that was doing exactly like everyone else did!” Sebastian pouted, looking over to Ominis to see if he had offended him with his spurt of jealousy. “Sebastian, you just need to be more patient. It will learn to trust you; we both did…” Ominis whispered soothingly as he gave his friend a reassuring pat on the back. “Ominis is right, Sebastian. These creatures don’t understand things the way we do. They don’t inherently know that we don’t mean any harm. You have seen the poachers all around in high volumes lately first hand!” You started as you gently slipped the niffler into your hands and nuzzled its beak with your nose. “For all they know, we are no better than those nasty nasty poachers, right?” You spoke in a baby-talk sort of tone to the niffler before pulling back and smiling genuinely at your friends. “Now, hold your hands in a little cup like this,” you held up your hands so he could watch closely, Sebastian shuffling to stand beside you so he could watch your exact movements. “Very good! Now, slowly just let it get used to you before you start moving.” You gently slid the niffler from your hands into his, the creature sniffing his fingers before nuzzling into his palm.

After a few moments, the niffler was in delight as Sebastian began to tickle their light tuft of brown fur. “Look at it! I think they actually like it!” Sebastian's smile gleamed in the dimming sunset as he turned to look at your for approval. “I knew you could do it, you just needed an extra hand.” You smiled and placed your hands under Sebastians, caressing his knuckles with your thumbs. A bright flush of red spread across the boy's cheeks before setting the niffler back onto the table and scratching nervously at the back of his neck. “I’m going to get a head start to the great hall for supper, but I will save a seat for the both of you. Don’t dally on your way back.” Ominis smiled as he retrieved his wand from his robes, the tip flashing red to lead the boy towards the castle. It was clear that your friend knew you wanted a moment alone from the blush now spreading to your cheeks as well. “Would you like to see the new baby thestral? Professor Howin gave me a key to their den so I could give them some food and brush them before the class gets to see them next week. I wouldn’t mind the company.” You insisted, nudging your elbow into Sebastian's arm. The boy smiled and nodded in excitement as he watched you turn towards the den, sheepishly letting his hand brush yours as you walked. You took a deep breath as if to swallow any ounce of courage in the air and let your fingers interlace with him as you walked toward the den, a smile forcing itself to spread across your lips.

“It still hurts me to know that you can see thestrals too,” Sebastian started as he opened the door to the den, letting you walk in first before he quickly trailed behind and let the door close behind him. “That makes two of us. But, it at least makes me happy to be able to see these little guys.” You smiled as you kneeled down, gently stroking the back of the creature's mother before doing the same to the new baby. “Absolutely beautiful and misunderstood creatures.” You muttered to yourself as you smiled at the now yawning baby thestral. “Are all Hufflepuffs this good with beasts? Or was Ominis right about creatures being a good judge of character?” Sebastian chuckled as he knelt down beside you, his hands in his lap. You let out a soft chuckle before grabbing his hand on your own and guiding it to the back of the thestral. “Maybe a bit of both,” you shrugged as you slowly let go of the boy's hand, watching him gently stroke the back of the creature. “I guess even creatures need their own emotional support Hufflepuff,” Sebastian joked as he jokingly poked at your side, earning a wriggle out of you before setting your head on his shoulder. “They will have to find their own, you’re mine.”

[crvptidgf]

Quidditch Confessions

Sebastian Sallow x Reader (fluff)

➸ summary: after a successful finale in your quidditch match, Sebastian shares a secret which both shocks and thrills you

➸ warnings/notes: none

➸ requested?: yes ↴

- reader and seb are both members of the Slytherin Quidditch team (he’s a beater, she’s a seeker) and he has a huge crush on her and confesses to her after a successful match against Gryffindor?

word count: 1.1k

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SWEAT SEEPED INTO your jersey as you flew across the Quidditch pitch. You saw a flash of red vault forward in your peripheral, meaning that the Gryffindor seeker has found the snitch.

Pushing yourself forward a little more, you took shallow breaths as the air suffocated you with it’s velocity.

You couldn’t give up now, not when victory was so close. Not when you could sense the little buzzes and swishes of the golden ball flittering about.

In an instant, the Gryffindor seeker spun away from you, much to your confusion. Yet when you looked ahead you noticed that the snitch was whipping around the stadiums - too close to them, you realized. There was no way to catch it unless you swerved sideways last minute as to not hit the stands of people.

Calculating it quickly in your mind, you tried to figure out a plan of action. If you were to prepare your broom to make a turn at just the right time, you could avoid ripping through the wooden slots and instead you would fly alongside the round interior of the pitch. Sure you would be dangerously close to catching a few splinters but if that meant winning, then so be it.

Deciding to take the risk, you sped up even more now.

Your hand gripped the handle tightly, angling it slightly to the right. This needed to be perfectly timed or you would lose your team 150 points. In fact, you would lose entirely.

Steeling yourself, you reached your spare hand out, leaning over the edge so that you could grab the ball and be on your way.

Murmurs of disbelief could be heard among the crowd.

- “What is she doing?”

- “She’s gonna crash!”

- “Oh, I can’t watch!”

Yet you paid them no mind. Instead you lifted yourself up at exactly the height you needed - and just before you pushed yourself off to the side, you felt the slippery cool metal rest against your fingertips. You had the golden snitch.

Not sparing a moment to celebrate, you looped upside down accidentally at how roughly you shoved your broom to the right in order to avoid a disaster. You managed to tear your cheek against a loose wooden chip, but you hardly noticed as you flew back up into the air and held the snitch high above your head.

“150 POINTS TO SLYTHERIN,” boomed the commentator.

The pitch erupted into cheers and boos, some hugging their friends and celebrating while others groaned as they held their head in their hands.

Your teammates ecstatic yells could be heard below you as you gently let yourself flow back down to the ground. They were already waiting with open arms on the ground, not giving you chance to have a breather as they picked you up on their shoulders and began to cheer.

“SLY-THER-IN, SLY-THER-IN!”

Laughing, you held up the snitch once again to show them. Someone grabbed at it and passed it around, all of them staring at it in awe. It had been a while since Slytherin had won a match - and it was all thanks to you that you did.

One pair of eyes in particular caught your attention. Those dark, brown irises that you would recognize anywhere. Sebastian Sallow.

You knew of him, of course. You had been in the same house since you could remember.

Though ever since you had entered 7th year together, something seemed to shift. His attention was on you more often than not, and he had struck up a conversation with you on more than one occasion.

Usually you wouldn’t find this too odd, but ever since you had gotten to know him you realized that he didn’t speak to many people. He mostly stuck by the people he knew and was comfortable with. You wondered why you were different.

Sure, you had hoped it was because he was interested in you, however after all the weeks that had gone by he has still not made any effort to express his feelings to you. So you just assumed he only liked you as a friend.

Averting your gaze from his, you felt your feet finally planting back onto the ground. Several people patted your back, shaking your shoulders and congratulating you before going into the changing rooms.

After swaying slightly, you managed to keep straight as you began to also make your way inside. Not even a moment passed before somebody was rushing behind you, their hand resting on your shoulder to stop you.

“Y/N,” came Sebastian’s voice.

His hand slowly turned you around to face him. Your brows furrowed as your eyes met his brown ones once more.

Your shifted your weight slightly as you gripped the handle of your broom tightly. “Sebastian,” you mused.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled at you, adjusting his weight onto his other foot. Your face heated up noticing his sweaty hair in front of his eyes. You weren’t blind, you were aware of how attractive he was, but you never felt like he would feel the same about you.

“You were amazing today.”

And you could’ve died right there.

Heart beating right out of your ribcage, you pulled your jersey down, trying to do something with your hands to ease your anxiety.

“Thank you,” you said, trying to cover up your nervous state.

Sebastian walked closer to you.

“I was wondering - do you want to come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

Oh.

You tried to stop yourself from widening your eyes in shock but you couldn’t help yourself. That was the last thing you ever expected him to ask. He always seemed quite flirty with you, yet you assumed he was like that with everybody. Sebastian had a naturally charming personality.

Honestly you had been waiting for him to make a move forever. It was the one thing you hoped for every time there was a tense silence between you two. Every time your hands brushed against each other’s in the hallways, when his knee touched yours when he sat next to you. You get the point.

Noticing your silence, he spoke up. “You don’t seem too enthusiastic,” he laughed awkwardly.

“No! No, it’s not that,” you responded rather quickly.

Stepping even closer to Sebastian, you looked into his eyes. You shifted under his gaze, feeling too intimidated by the tension.

“Of course I’d love to go. I just didn’t think - I never knew you felt that way.”

His eyebrows furrowed, cocking his head to the side. He almost looked like a confused puppy. It was honestly adorable, but in your flustered state you didn’t have time to focus on it.

“Are you serious? How could I not?”

You were going to have to unpack that later. It felt unbelievable - Sebastian had a crush on you.

“So that’s a yes, then?” he asked, interrupting you from your thoughts.

“It’s a definite yes.”

And with that, you both made your way to the changing rooms, giddy smiles on both of your faces.

[chocoramo-cow]

Sebastian Sallow taking MC on a date to the three broomsticks like

[solemn-marauders]

Personal Sebastian Sallow Headcanons (pt. 1/?)

◆ He's an October Scorpio - The characteristics line up so well and I really like the idea of him being one of the older students in his class ◆ Is the younger twin - Anne never lets him forget it. ◆ Sebastian's looks favor his father's - This plays a role in Solomon's hostility towards him. ◆ He’s Scottish and was born and raised either in New Towne Edinburgh or on the outskirts - Edinburgh in the 1800s was a foul place to live, at least in the city center, Old Towne. - I see his parents being drawn to Edinburgh. It has such a vast history and holds a lot of knowledge, but they knew they wanted to start a family and decided to settle down away from the city proper. - I don't see them having a grand mansion, more so a comfortable townhome ◆ His parents are published authors - The funds from this is what allowed them buy property in New Towne. - They left a modest inheritance to the twins that they will receive when they turn 17. ◆ After their deaths, Solomon sold the house and most of the items within to gather money to afford to care for two children. - Sebastian and Anne were able to stow away some of the parents' belongs, such as; their favorite books, jewelry, pocket watch, photo albums, and letters. ◆ His parents have portraits at Hogwarts - After the portrait versions of themselves learned of their real-life deaths, they asked to be stowed away when it came time for Sebastian and Anne to attend Hogwarts to avoid a possible unhealthy fixation on the paintings. (Imagine a scenario similar to when Harry found the Mirror of Erised and visited it every night to stare into it.) ◆ He's a virgin - Since I've given them an October birthday, the Sallow twins were 14 when Anne was cursed the summer before their 4th year. After she was cursed, the entirety of his focus and drive went into Anne and finding a cure. The only exceptions to this, pre-5th year, were his academic studies and his friendship with Ominis. - In his 3rd year, a 5th year girl took an interest in Sebastian and propositioned him to teach him the ways of physical pleasure. She was pretty, older, and he liked the attention. She thought he was cute and liked the idea of being the one in control. He was 14, she was 16. It never went past oral though. - Sebastian didn't like the idea of "ruining" (using era-accurate verbiage here) a girl because he would kill anyone who did that to Anne. - The 5th year girl played a role in giving him the confidence (charm, flirtation, etc.) we experience later. This led him to snogging other girls while in his 3rd year, but only those in years above him. He cringed at the thought of Anne hearing firsthand about his escapades from someone in their own year. - He had his first kiss at the age of 12 though. A traveling merchant's daughter who was the same age and visited Feldcroft for a few days before moving on to the next town. It was extremely awkward but also adorable. - Sebastian is canonically very well-read. That does not exclude literature on the topic of intercourse just because he's a virgin. He's read everything he's been able to find and has his own hidden copy of the Kama Sutra stashed away. ◆ He's naturally athletic - Working in the Feldcroft fields while growing up has kept him healthy and in-shape. Being an avid dueler has also helped. - He tried out for the Quidditch team his 2nd and 3rd years, but lost out to older students. He had planned to try again, but Anne's curse changed everything. ◆ He becomes a Beater for the Slytherin team his 6th year - You cannot tell me that this man doesn't become more broad and muscled as he grows. With shoulders and arms like that, his competitiveness/prowess, and his desire to impress Thea (MC), he becomes one of the best Beaters Hogwarts has ever seen.

[flur-ink]

Lucy and Seb moving together for the first time after leaving Hogwarts 🤍

[radical-ghostface]

[ravenelyx]

I just think that Sebastian always acts tough and feels like he needs to shoulder both his and Anne's pain because he's "The Man", the bother, the one who should protect his sister, and how he had always tried to brush off Solomon's insults by taking time to himself.

But have you ever wondered how that lack of love at some point starts to get to him? How sometimes Solomon's words penetrate his shield and break him little by little and he can do nothing but start to believe them? How even the sight of Anne can't soothe him anymore because she reminds him too much of their mother and their loss and he even begins to resent her? How the reason he invited Ominis home in Feldcroft is because he feels like he needs to redeem himself for being the failure he believes he is? How the very first time someone shows him an ounce of romantic love, he'll fall into a whirlwind of grasping and pulling and consuming and protectiveness beyond belief because finally, finally, he has that love he lost? Finally someone has met him and had fallen in love with him for who he is and he's scared -- scared and terrified of losing it all because of death, of illness, of him, even.

[slytherinsprincesss]

*MC and Sebastian trying to sneak up on Ranrok Loyalist and find they’re path blocked*

Sebastian: Bombarda

Mc: Sebastian… we were trying to SNEAK up on the enemy.

Sebastian: Shit, you’re right. Well let’s hope they didn’t notice.

Mc: It was a big explosion, how could they not notice?!

[hazyange1s]

Today is sad hours because I’m thinking about how Sebastian would feel when/if Anne dies.

Especially with the fact that she’s (as of the end of fifth year) gone from his life. It’ll likely be months at minimum that she stays away, trying to find it within herself to forgive him. Chances are it would take her years to begin to recover from that sort of trauma and betrayal.

As far as her health goes, I can’t imagine that the loss she suffers - her uncle and basically her brother in one day - wouldn’t affect it. This sort of goes along with the idea that dark magic isn’t just powered by, it feeds on negative emotions. And boy will it be feasting on our poor Anne. :(

My HC is that she and Sebastian never get the time to reconcile before she dies. And Sebastian, on her death bed, will not only have to deal with the guilt of driving her away…but imagine the regret.

Regret that it was his fault they didn’t have more time together. Regret that he missed out on the last months/years with his only sister, that he couldn’t save her, and now they’ve run out of time.

His last memories of Anne beyond when they say goodbye (which, hopefully they would at least get that) will be her looking at him through a stranger’s eyes. One of the last happy moments they had together in the cottage immediately poisoned by his uncle’s ire.

He never gets to reunite with the Anne he used to know.

[littlemisspp]

A Twist of Fate: Part 4

Summary: Sebastian miraculously returns to you and you share a wonderful night together.

A/N: This does contain adult only content. 18+ only. As a reminder, all characters are 25.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Not a sound could be heard except the even breaths falling from Leander’s sleeping form. Restless, you turn onto your back and stare up at the wooden ceiling. You could feel the droplets of sweat forming on your skin as you tossed and turned under the blankets. 

With one last sigh, you flip the quilt aside and slide out of bed, careful not to wake Leander. Padding down the hallway and down the stairs you pour yourself a glass of water and chug it down, pouring yourself another right after.

The last two days have felt heavy. Ever since Ominis and Vera left, you felt a sense of coldness from Leander. It didn’t take long for you to conclude that Ominis shared the details of their visit with him. Something inside nagged at you, begging yourself to speak up and settle things with Leander, but you didn’t want to. Easing the tension with him would mean disowning your alliance with Sebastain, and that is something you would never ever do. 

This thought process brought you to another conclusion: you did not want to get married. The sparkling rock that clung to the metal on your finger mocked you each time it shined in the sunlight. Your entire life’s plan suddenly became a nightmare. The mer consideration of spending your life with Leander made you feel anxious. He was not the one.

But what could you do? What other prospects did you have? Sebastain was surely long gone by now. Even so, he could never settle in England- not with the entire wizarding community looking for him. The engagement jewel on your finger also served as a life raft. This engagement was your promised destiny of a mediocre life. Could that be so bad?

Settling the glass back down on the counter you sigh, running a hand through your hair. Seeing Sebastain two days ago had shook you to the core and rattled every belief you thought you held close. But that did not surprise you, you always knew Sebastain held that type of power over you. For the last two days you questioned why you had declined his request to run away with him. Standing now, in your kitchen in Chelsea, you wanted nothing more than to be swept off your feet by him. 

But there you stood. Alone, barefoot in the darkness as the sound of dripping water from the facet echo against the bottom of the basin. 

In hopes to ease your nerves, you open the door to the backyard and step outside, the cold night air making goosebumps rise on your skin. You quickly cross the garden and slip open the door to the shed, allowing yourself to exhale happily as you see the old leather chair in front of you. The chair held the only recent memory you had of Sebastain, and being near it calmed you. 

Gently sitting down onto the leather you allow yourself to cry. Not a loud sob, but a soft shedding of tears that allows yourself to feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. Crying made you feel like you could finally express what the inside of your mind felt like. 

You stay like that for hours. It was comforting to be alone with your thoughts until a loud banging sound catches your attention. Standing abruptly, you wipe the tears from your eyes and watch the door knob of the shed’s door turn. You brace yourself to answer the questions Leander will throw at you until you find yourself looking at a different man entirely.

“Sebastian?” you gasp. Your first instinct is to pinch yourself. You had to be dreaming.

“Y/N” he replies, looking you up and down. 

“Are you real?” You ask, baffled. 

You hear him chuckle as he steps closer to you, his hands gently resting on your shoulders, “Yes, Y/N. I am real”

“I don’t understand,” you confess, “I thought you left? I thought you would be on your way to America. Why did you come back here?”

“For you” he replies, his voice filled with certainty. “I couldn’t get myself to board the ship. Not knowing you’d be an ocean away from me. I thought I had lost you once, I can’t go through it again”

“Oh, Sebastain” is all you can say before he crashes his lips to yours.

In all your years of knowing Sebastian, he never kissed you. Of course, you had wanted him to, but the two of you were too nervous to make a move. You were children back then. You were discovering love and lust for the first time. And now, in the shed, all the love and lust you had built up for him finally had an outlet. 

Within a few moments he is walking you both backwards, his body finding the seat of the leather chair so you can safely climb into his lap and straddle him. At first, the kisses were loving and sweet, but as they went on the true passion began to erupt. Kissing him felt like the best sensation you had ever dreamed of.

“Oh my” you exhaled, feeling his rough kisses make a trail down your neck, “I have dreamt of this for years”

You feel him chuckle at your confession, his lips breaking contact with your skin too lock eyes with you. He sweetly reaches up to cup your cheek, “I have dreamt of this since the moment you walked into the Great Hall on your first day at Hogwarts”

Your heart soars at this statement as you connect your lips again, this time allowing yourself to run your fingers through his hair. His calloused fingers find the hem of your nightgown and you gasp when his palms make pure contact with your skin. He leaves a trail of fire on your skin as he makes his way up to cup your breast.

Playfully his fingers curve around your nipple and squeeze, making you moan into your kiss. Leander had never touched you this way. Of course, throughout your relationship you had slept together, but even after a few glasses of wine, your nights were never this passionate. Never this good. The only reason you could decide was because you simply never loved Leander. Not like the way you love Sebastain.

His fingers fidget with your breasts as you feel yourself grind against him- desperate for a moment of relief. You can feel yourself grow warm with arousal- like your entire body was on fire. 

“I need you” you tell him, breathless.

He only groans in approval of your statement, making the nerves in your body flare. He was so effortlessly sexy. 

Hastily you feel his hand leave your breast and disappear outside of your nightgown. His other arm is holding you steady against him while you discover he is undoing the button of his trousers. The moment he frees himself from the binding of his pants you grip him. You grin when a hungry moan escapes from his lips. Delicate movements up and down cause him to moan more frequently and it was driving you crazy.

“Sebastain” you say, your voice a raspy whisper. “I need you to fuck me”

A flush clouds your cheeks the moment the words leave your mouth. But before you have the time to reflect, you feel Sebastain lift you up into his arms and hastily lay you on the dusty floor of the shed.

His elbows rest on either side of you as he looks down, his fingers now taunting your entrance. He studies you closely as he gages the reactions of his movements, satisfied with himself when you squeeze your eyes shut with a moan. At that moment he decides you both had had enough waiting. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, looking down at you with a serious tone. “I want you to be sure, Y/N”

“I am sure, Sebastian” you reply, copying his tone. “I need you. All of you”

Without a delay he enters you with a slow thrust and you have to keep yourself from moaning loudly. He felt perfect to you. After a moment he moves again, your eyes fluttering closed happily as you feel him move for a third time.

“Faster” you say, quirking your eyes open, “Please”

“So impatient, you are” Sebastian smirks, looking down at you adoringly. The truth was, he had thought about this moment a million times. This exact scene, you under him with your hair fanned around you- was an image he thought of almost every night under his covers. 

To your satisfaction, he grants your wish and started to move faster. An entire new level of pleasure sweeps over you as another string of moans escapes you. The pair of you listen to each other's sounds for a while. Sebastian’s speed slowly getting quicker the closer the pair of you get to your climax.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you, kissing him quickly as you feel yourself begin to near your peak. Breaking the kiss you turn your head, moaning as you tell him: “I’m close”

“Go on” he says, balancing himself on one elbow as his free hand lowers to help edge you along. The combination of his movements and his fingers drives you over the edge and you arch your back, a series of swear words flowing as you hit your grand finish.

A moment later you feel him twitch and the sudden rush of warm liquid inside you, signaling that he hit his limit as well. Panting, he closes his eyes to help catch his breath as he slides out of you and lays beside you. You watch him closely, studying his sweaty and flushed appearance. 

He reaches over to fix your night dress for you before he pulls his trousers back on, still lying on his back. Smiling, he turns and gives you a cheeky look.

“Oh stop” is all you can say, laughing gently with amusement, “Don’t give me that look”

“I’m not giving you any type of look” he defends, “I was only thinking about beautiful you looked under me just now”

You cover your face in embarrassment as a blush climbs up your cheeks.  You hear him chuckle as he slowly takes your hand away.

“I mean it, Y/N” he says, a note of sincerity in his voice, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

You can only smile at his words, tears pooling in your eyes.

“I’m so happy you came back” you admit, blinking as a tear rolls down your cheek. 

“I’d never leave you” he says, “ever.”

“And I’ll never leave you” you promise, watching him lean close to peck your lips.

The two of you lay there together for a few more hours, the sun now beginning to rise. Quietly, he helps you up and takes your hand in his own as he walks you back to the door of your house. You tip-toe inside and up the stairs, ever so gently pulling on clothes and throwing items into a bag. To your luck, Leander does not awake.

Finally, with a bag in hand, you walk back down the stairs and look around. Your fingers grip the cool metal of your engagement ring and slide it off your finger, gently placing it on the table. Sebatsain watches from the outside as you smile to yourself, opening the door and closing it behind you forever.

The only things Leander awoke to hours later was the water dripping from the broken faucet in the kitchen and the ring he once gave you on the wooden tabletop. By this time you and Sebastain had already boarded the muggle ship and started your life together.

In a beautiful twist of fate everything worked out the way you wanted it to.

[sebastians-niffler]

Between The Raindrops | Ominis x f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+) all characters are aged up appropriately, facesitting, light degrading, praise kink, dominis comes out to play ;)

Word count: 1.2k

Notes: I just want to thank everyone for their well wishes while I was in the hospital! I never expected people to be so generous and understanding, so I am exceptionally grateful! Especially to those that reached out personally to me! I am so beyond grateful for all of the friends I have made on his app! I love this fandom and how everyone is so good to each other :) I hope you all enjoy!

During the end of the last semester, you and Ominis learned that if he carries you while entering the Slytherin common room, you can make it in without any issues. Ever since, during late night excursions that go later than anticipated, you hop onto his back and sneak your way into the common room without looking suspicious. Personally, you thought that people knew better than to question Sebastian’s best friends and that was why nobody ever said anything to either of you about your frequent stays. Either way, you were happy to be pressed against him tonight as the basements shook from the intense thunder outside. You buried your face into the crook of Ominis’s neck as his sleepy arms pulled you in even closer. “It's okay my little dove,” his sleepy, raspy voice mumbled into your ear as he placed gentle kisses on it. “Just some thunder, you're safe here with me”. Your body melted at his peaceful touch, all worries quickly subsiding. “Just imagine it's a giant troll or some poachers,” Ominis joked as his eyelashes tickled your cheek. “Oh come on,” you joked while poking his side and forcing him to hold you tighter, “that’s probably half the problem!”

Between some more lame jokes shared at your personal expense, you began to fall into a deep sleep surrounded by the smell of your lover. That was, until the shaking of the cold skin wrapped around you startled you awake. “Ominis,” you started as you reached your warm hands to touch his cheek, “ What’s wrong?” The boy let out a soft sigh out of relief that you had woken up, no matter how guilty his selflessness made him feel. “The lightning…” he swallowed hard and turned to face you, “I was dreaming that you were… that Sebastian… that night in the…crucio… and your screams…” You cupped his face in your hands and looked at him with sadness and love. “Oh Ominis, I’m okay now. You don’t have to worry about me ever being on the receiving end of crucio ever again.” You rubbed the pads of your thumbs over his defined cheekbones as you hushed him softly. “I love you so much, my little dove.” He sniffled softly as his body relaxed at the sound of your voice of gentleness of your touch. “Please, keep talking to me. I like the distraction.” He spoke softly as he leaned forward to press his forehead to yours. A devilish smirk spread across your lips as an idea crossed your mind. “I think I have a perfect idea,” you sat up and closed the curtains around the bed before slithering back down to Ominis. “Let me see your hands,” you softly spoke as the boy lifted his hands, a confused look spreading across his face. “This better be good because you were keeping my hands warm,” he joked as he searched for your face. You gently grabbed his hands into yours, guiding them to your chest and looking down at him with lust filled eyes. “Oh-“ the blood began to fill his cheeks as he adjusted himself. “Get on my lap,” he muttered in a soft yet demanding voice. You did as you were told, straddling his lap and grinding your hips down as you did so, earning a growl from Ominis. “I want you naked. And I don’t want to ask twice.” He demanded, retracting his hands to allow you to pull your nightgown over your head in one swift motion before discarding it at the end of the bed. “Such a good girl, so obedient.” He smirked as his hands searched for your breasts, squeezing them tenderly. “A work of art, truly.” He leaned into your chest and buried his face in it, leaving sloppy wet kisses over your sensitive skin. Just as a moan snuck its way from your mouth, a hand was placed over it. “ah ah ah, better not make a sound. We don’t want Sebastian waking up now do we?” You looked deep into his cloudy blue eyes, his brows furrowed together with a smirk that made you wet to the core. You shook your head and leaned back into his touch, desperate for more. “A needy little one aren’t you? You want me to make you cum, is that it? My sweet little slut, wanting to get off while your best friend is just feet from you. I bet you like the thought of getting caught, don’t you? My filthy darling.” His words were deep and raspy, almost sounding as if they didn’t even come from your boyfriend's lips. This was a side of him you had never seen, but you were excited to see more of it. You leaned into his ear and let out a soft breath into it, “You’re right, I am your filthy little slut just begging to cum for you. Please, let me cum for you.” Your words melted the man as his grip tightened as if to stifle moans of his own. “Good girl.” He spat before laying down and gripping your hips, dragging them up to meet his face.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me and ride my face until you cum, but I better not hear a single peep from you or I will stop. Do you understand?” You looked down at him, barely able to catch your breath at the whirlwind of emotions that flooded your mind. “Yes, sir.” You smirked as he did the same, pulling your hips down to his flattened tongue as it licked along the dripping wet folds below. Your hand instinctively reached for your mouth, not wanting to risk him stopping from giving you pure ecstasy. Your hips began to move on their own, grinding against his tongue as he flicked it around your clit, your eyes squeezing shut in pure arousal. You had never been so close to the edge just after a few seconds but Ominis had a way with his tongue that you couldn’t describe. Your free hand reached down to his man's hair, gripping it in your fingers and tugging gently as an assurance that you were close and needed to cum and needed to cum now. His tongue sped up to match the movements of your hips, his tongue expertly switching between sucking and flicking your sensitive, swollen clit as your pleasure built up faster and faster. Ominis reached his hands up to grip your hips and pull them downward as hard as he could, suffocating him in your pleasure. “Ominis-“ you let out a breathy moan, gripping his hair tighter as your legs trembled on either side of his head. Moments later, you felt fireworks in your gut as you came over his face, letting out a whimper into your hand as you rode out your high before scooting back away from his face and flopping down next to him. “Such a good girl for me.” He smiled and pulled you into his warm embrace, the smell of you covering his lips that he happily licked clean. “I hope it storms like this more often,” you both agreed as Ominis stroked your hair gently with a soft chuckle. “Only if Dominis can come out and play like this again” you joked, earning a massive eye roll from Ominis. “Oh please, do not let that be a thing.”